The Gates At The End

Emily Jane White

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I walked through the gates at the end
You weren’t far, far from me then
I would wait for you
In blood, holy and true

Cynical until it breaks, the words decay
The voice it cuts, the voice betrays
You can trace the lines broken hearts make
Run your fingers through the cracks of eternal ache

I walk through the gates at the end
They’d been marked by the pens of forgotten women
Pennyroyal we burn
For every forgotten word

And I cannot brace for the end
A long road

And I cannot brace for the end, the end