You always make yourself known,
but you never have a thing to say.
Ever.
It will not be about you.
You will not be the design the gears of my fate are molded to.
They say the broken find comfort in misery.
Well, you can stick your darkness up your ass.
Because I'm not running this time.
Not from you.
And not from the gears of my fate.
You've spent part of an eternity in this same room.
All without ever showing your face.
But I won't be afraid.
If you must walk in my world,
Walk the fucking line.
You're the shadow of something that was buried long ago,
an echo of "used to be".
And it's only yourself that you're haunting.
This is ridiculous.
The light can't be that bad.
But would you show yourself and guide me just this once?
Would you take my arm and let me escort you to your destination?
I'll follow you.
But there's no love in fear. |
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