your thoughts are thickening, like clouds. now melting away in the cold, snowflakes of sorrow
you are gasping for air, struggling to stay afloat in an ocean of black oil. the pitch black waves are clinging onto you, they won’t leave you
what if I set the sea on fire?
your dreams are like rain, slipping through your fingers as if you ever had the courage to chase them and you watch them plummeting, from the heights of your crimson sky ready to shatter to the ground
you know, one of us is definitely wrong I extend my hand
what if I was holding a knife in the other one?
your desire is burning, consuming you from the inside your willpower is like poison ivy, it’s infecting everything inside you opening cracks in that wall, in that armor you carry like a shield
maybe it will break you should jump anyway it’s soft. I’ll catch you
what if I step away at the last second?
your days are gone, way before you even started living them you’ve become an hostage, spared by your own anxiety you’d just want to disappear. go anywhere, but here and I say, please catch that train. run away
when you’ll come back, I’ll be here
and what if I don’t wait for you?