Rita Ackermann, Fire By Days XV, 2011
Enamel, pigment, oil and crayon on paper
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If only love had found us first, our lives would be different.
“Oh don’t talk of love” the shadows purr.
Murmuring me away from you.
“Don’t talk of worlds that never were.
The end is all that’s ever true.
There’s nothing you can ever say.
Nothing you can ever do… “
Still every night I burn.
Every night I scream your name.
Every night I burn.
Every night the dream’s the same.
Every night I burn.
Waiting for my only friend.
Every night I burn.
Waiting for the world to end.
Gotta reblog this again just so gpoy fml.
