standing in the bathroom of hell, holding the hand of death.
bloody wrists.
wishing and hoping that maybe, one day i'll wake up and realize that everything i have been taught was a faux, a cover-up, for maybe something better.
that i'd have to re-learn my ignorance, re-learn the ways that have never been of human nature.
that all along "THEY" were just characters, designs of your hearts' desire. and you heart is not the dispenser of feeling and your mind would be just a pure reflection of previous traffic lights.
human beings are designed for alot of things, lonliness is not one of them.
high above everything else, stirred a wind,
swimming in a dead sky
swimming for dear life
a heart, mended in many tiny pieces
screaming, screaming for help
holding on to threads of poison
in flew a bird
fluttering, moving with this flow of air
beckoned by the souls' of souls
the grain of hope where needed.
little did he know he had just been appointed to save my life.
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