Jan 4, 2019
They'll be coming 'round the mountain
My tears haven't dried up, they're only building momentum. I know, deep inside, there will come a time when they'll pour straight from my soul, through my eyes and into the empty, scorched crater you left in your wake. Still, I don't hate you. You did what you felt you had to do. Unfortunately, that wasn't to open your eyes and mend your ways. We both lost. We were lost. We are lost. And I wasn't even playing.
Please look inside, there's light! Sadly, I won't be holding the torch, though.