-Not my best. It's confusing. One of those creepy love stories of how a girl meets a guy who saves her from herself.-
In those days that I've sat in this solitary confinement, just studying the aspects of it all. Foreign and forgotten. I've memorized it up to now. But there comes a time when I'm lost. Even in this room of formalities, there's always something that break the circuit. We can't all be conformists, but this is beginning to become too much. This straight jacket is pulling tight, suffocating me. It's taking away my voice, rendering me of the one form of expression I have left. As I try to scream out for you, I realize that the life is slowly leaking from my lungs. The irony is, you're the thing that caused this infectious disease to cripple my body, yet I still call out for you. this disease is prying on my heart, on my whole being, like a hungry leech to lush flesh. Love. It's just a poison made to discreetly ruin the lives of those who don't take notice to little details. Their easiness is just something that enables it's disastrous path. Now, understand that I've had plenty of time to change this, but I've been forced to succumb to the constant reminders that this white room brings. The days of sunshine and walks along the beach, hand in hand, have been long replaced by the dim lights that penetrate these walls. And the Decembers in your arms are fading fast. The band-aids have now been removed. My veins are bleeding stories of the past. We've both been victims of this war. The lines are fading. I'm slipping away. Finding your hand brings me comfort. Hold on forever. Don't let me fall...Save me, again, from myself. I'm done sitting in this asylum just thinking of you. I'm back n your arms. That's all that matters.
