wrapped inside all those
small
details.
You lived in that house
up on a hill,
faced with something
that wasn't
real.
Then you turned to me
with blood on your hands,
made me believe
your stories would
be
real until
he showed up
one night
asking
questions.
"She spilled her guts
she spilled her flesh
torn within
nothing but
zest...", he said.
You gravitated to
another
ordeal
sucked in mission,
sucked on feel.
I couldn't help but get you inside,
protect you
and let you
further inside...
Because dear boy, you're in this world
alone and faltered
but you don't know much more.
This instinct pulls you
fights from within
gets you somewhere
where colors disappear.
You don't know where
to go
you don't know what
to
dissolve,
but one thing I can tell you
You're
Never
Alone
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