An arrow in your weak spot.
Being born, being hurt.
Temporary touch, permanent disease: We have the same history.
Days to dust.
Forever is elapsed – with every breath you wish it back.
Now you find yourself wading autumn leaves trying to hold on to your dreams.
Tasting the sweat of a million nights.
You're breathing flat.
You feel like losing your mind.
Lies over lies spoken softly, meant to make you feel alive.
Out of reach, out of sight.
How could someone so fragile still walk upright?
Lick your wounds.
Numb the pain.
Your skin is salty from all the strain.
Your body is weak.
Don't know if you could ever sleep again.
Rusty fingers touching nothing.
Words repeating, words perceiving.