So scared of the outcome, so in awe of the torture of not knowing,
I’ve been taken into the time and can’t turn back. No.
I won’t turn back.
I need an explanation of the events, maybe I’m wrong?
Continuous unconscious suffering. Continuous subconscious melodramatics and
I can’t stop them.
Squeeze the truth from my skin and hold it in front of you as you walk.
Do you believe me?
Feeling drained, strained, untrained in these matters. These matters so important.
How will I cope without the wall you built for me to sit on? Please don’t go.
I will not survive the inevitable without the sugar I need from you.
This isn’t death talking.
