As I lay this all to rest shadows appear reminding me. Of all things left unsaid unsaid. . Maybe one day you'll believe that I will crawl. I will crawl on broken knees.
There was a time I was afraid. Of getting close to you. Your potency was quite threatening. Fiber pure, touching scars. Feels good to finally hold you.
Go. . What do you expect from me?. Will I ever be who you want me to be?. Will I ever live up to your standards?. Will you always look down on me?. . Maybe I'm not who you are.
Black heart, dead soul. Apathy and misery. Loss of control. Any of the above would describe me. . I hate being inhuman. All I do is fuck everything up.