My life. Charred remains of a flame that's burned out. My lips move but they won't make a sound. I stand motionless, eyes to the ground. . Back for more.
So here's the door. I changed the lock and time. Ten minutes past "I love you". (Gotta fight the urge to start again). . Despite the cost or rhyme. We lose and change our mind.
I can remember when. There were times I thought we'd never eat again. And salvation was our drinking. . Things were different then. It was five of us against the world but then.