River Song for the Long Pauses
A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
Breaths taken when seas are shaking, trees grow without delay,
A table unstable, unable to hold the weight of the day.
We are too far, the star drifts slowly out to sea,
Flatlines stretch across the glass, the only thing I see.
Richness disgusting, a haggard plaything’s grin,
We caress the screens that don’t respond, and drink the static in.
By the words that block our ears, the silence grows within,
Taking a haggard breath, we lose what might have been.
Break the system on a whim, and drown beneath its skin,
Nothing left but silly string, to tie the ghosts within.
You are not the one forsaken, ugly is my morning,
Butter up your reflection now, and drink while time is mourning.
💬 Did this one echo?
Tell me—before it forgets your name.
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Written by Matthew Tonks
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