1.
demons aren’t always bicornate some of them live in the ghosts of words from misguided souls who thrive in daylight so awake at night he soloes asleep by day he goes
2.
my arrow is flying somewhere in this big something dwelling in a far place I wouldn’t find not even if I tried to
my anchor is sinking somewhere beneath this ocean of sadness the tides are eating him alive it is killing me
3.
‘i’m sorry i’m sorry’ he keeps saying for being someone he is and isn’t for being here but not here as if it’s his fault it’s not it’s not
‘i love you I love you’ he whispers like a prayer that could keep the demons away that would make me want to stay as if i’m going anywhere i’m not I’m not










