I can’t quite put my finger on why the f*ck I’m still living.
I catch them one by one. They fall. In to me. Through my buttered veins. They scream, lit like a paper flame rinsed though an ocean of something i once knew, once believed.
The memories that i purge, up to my knees. The cracks that i used to find. Creeping. Finding their way back to me.
Be careful with her fragile wings. She’ll sear your heart open and then hers, without any remorse, without looking back.
It’s all coming back. The black wall. The angels falling down. Breaking the bones that kept me alive. This time the only difference is, I’m alone.
When i see that your head is ever so slightly above water, I’ll cover your mouth and smuggle you down to back where you belong.