to the smelly tuft of lint I found in your belly button and every bit of forgotten life discovered in the dark places since.
I owe you one.
For every time there's been a branch growing just so out of cliffs of sheer rock and shame. You catch me and hold on, as though your unstretched muscles have been itching for a bit of abuse and a smack of responsibility.
And you hold on. As though skinny wooden fibres were all it took to keep light from drowning. You saved me.
A castle, a fortress, with walls on all sides. The clock keeps on ticking, my time I must bide, carefully waiting for my soul to take flight whilst my heart finds refuge in the blackest of night. Words come to mind as a thought, like a shiver flooding my head like a powerful river. The cold sets in - a ghost - and I quiver. I'm a shell of myself, a piece of a sliver Left between walls screaming of pain, laughing at my failure, glaring with disdain. My soul is my only chance of escape from this prison to which the door lies agape. Open, as I may...
Welcome to my world, I hope you enjoy your stay in a place where everyone's crying; where faces are gaunt and grey. A place where everyone's hungry, though we have food to spare, and everybody is searching for someone to love and care. Nobody really has enemies because nobody really has friends - no one to step in and die for, no one to save in the end.
Everyone feigns acceptance of things they don't understand; things that actually scare them; their morals as stable as sand. The truths that someone might die for aren't...