"cure"

grief takes the form of you
it takes the face of you
it rings in your accent
it lingers like your scent and refuses to flee
resembling the shape of you
you're in the walls of where I used to sleep
you've never disappeared
my hands are ripping at the earth to dig up any traces of your presence

cold and dead on the floor
now all I see is your face
I'll never make it out alive but I'll be better this way
how I wish that you've left no trace
when I'm left in this endless, maddening chase
clawing at the remnants of time
as the embers of you are burning in my brain

grief takes the form of you
it takes the face of you
it rings in your accent
it lingers like your scent and refuses to flee
resembling the shape of you
grief takes the form of you
it takes the face of you
it rings in your accent
I can't evade your gaze, it's everywhere I turn
it's like you're in my shades

what have I become?
a shell and a fractured mess
as I descend
further into this grave

I'll tear my skin just to rip you out
I'll break myself if it means cure
I'll break myself if it means cure