It was easier when I thought they were the...
That if I just got out, everything would change...
Is this a day that will go down
as a dark cloud...
Black clouds, the storm whipped
Rain on the Hudson...
Pieces of the puzzle
flash back inside my head...
As doubt rushed me over,
you watched the last piece...
Chained to a mattress on the concrete floor,
in a soundproof basement where I'm safe no more...
Pictures fading in their frames
Smiling faces now up in flames...
Four months later, still waiting,
for a kiss on the forehead...
2015-01-17 05:08
In a labyrinth of self-reflection...
2015-01-16 05:18
I decided to try...
2015-01-16 04:35
We are they...
My soul has become parchment paper.
Frayed, around a silhouetted frame...