What have you done?. You followed footsteps in the dark,. And found your faith left out behind your father's car.. . You said "there's no one watching over me or over you, it's always out of reach".
Steps ascend to a loaded gun. The scent of matches hangs in the air. A lit on flickers out in a heart beat. We don't want to see this,. A flash of light that's letting go of an empty bullet case.
This is what you see when you look in my direction:. Incandescent corsets draw eyes tight like wires.. This is how it feels,. Calling out but no one even hears.