Starshine, you were never really here.
I will never let you drag me further, but as of now, I can never rise above this. And with a blood red lust we call to you, you won’t hear. These fake lights blind our innocence, she takes hold fast. No one knows, no one cares, no one will ever find out. Shrinking, curled up in a ball, harsher nightmares causes ones fear of sleep vastly increased. Sitting in the dark, watching her tiptoes. They’ll grab you if you don’t. They’ll grab you, they’ll shatter you, then they’ll abandon you. Those whom swear they care are the first to leave. Those who act like they care, are the first to die. They all leave in the end, so save your breath, hold it there in your throat. Save it for a later last breath. No one ever said we wanted your pity.