Here is your broken character, the one left of heaven. Scissors cut him from the page, example. Continue to read not to retrace the steps, touch me. The hemorrhaging has ceased, has ceased.
Come brush away these fists and I will tell you everything. I hope you know how long I'm lacking. So carve my name and take me to the strength under it all.
I hate choking on past words, I swim upstream. The ones to never ever let you try. Blackout, clear hearts won't counteract, see through the dirt in your eyes.