[L O S (S) T]

when you come home
and find the door ajar
you know it’s happened
you know death won’t be far

so you step inside the place
that you once thought was safe
ignore the broken pots and vases
the shattered dreams everyone chases

don’t even want to look around
the corner of the living room
it’s all quiet, no noise, no sound
but the single drop of blood on the ground is louder than anything could ever be

and there it is.
mouth gaping, eyes wide open
you come to face your worst nightmare.
wanting to run, instead you stare

it’s a corpse on the ground
of a friend you once knew
now all that you’ve found
is a dead body that disgusts you

even though it hurts, even though your entire
heart is splitting in half and set aflame,
it burns, it burns, there’s one desire
run

so who cares? who thinks about the dead body in apartment 502?
i surely don’t, and neither will you!
let it rot and wash away until
you come back one day, when even the droplet of blood is still
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