Soon
If happy ever after did exist, I would still be holding you like this, all those fairytales are full of shit, one more fucking love song ill be sick.
First I’ll fade away, it’s almost over.
I’m fucked up on Whiskey and rum. What’s your excuse?
The strings that run from your shoulders are conveiniently placed in my hands. Through you and the others I will make this world burn. From the ashes I will mold my world anew.
I flood these walls with words,because I know you’re reading them. All the while thinking… This isn’t about me, I’m a good friend, never let you down and was there for you. Or perhaps, you know I’m talking to you, looking into the screen just the same way I am, searching for something that isn’t there. As if, my eyes are locked with yours, guiding them to each letter that forms a word, without allowing you to blink so that each line stings your eyes more and more as they scream for moisture…..
Blink.
I’ll be home soon.
For all the times I thought you were there, for all the times I thought that you’d care, for all the times I had that blank stare and all the times I was alone and scared.
You never were.
You never did.
My eyes went dry.
I went mad.
