Flashing nightlights outside the window, taps and bangs to keep her remembering throughout the night what she had sown.
Crashes that struck to the beat of her tired blinking eyelids.
Ground that for a moment was hotter than the sun, the thought of it made her feel alone. No warm touch to comfort her cold skin.
This storm would never end, would it?

It's sad to think about but the light comes and goes, and it's sad to say, but I always knew I'd wind up being in her shadow.

Despite your belief that;
     your body is a field of flaws,
     may their flowers grow,
     lengthened as you hope they'd be.

Long for your soul not to rot;
     that the scars you will cause,
     happiness will eventually sew,
     become everything you hope to be.

Maybe I can understand how you felt going back to that place now. That place that caused you such great pain even being near, so much that you wished all of the emptiness that it caused in your heart could be used as mileage, that way you would never have to stop.

Now that I'm surrounded by this shroud, this storm. I want to put thousands of miles inbetween, but I feel as though no matter where I ran to in this world, no one can ever escape their past.

And as he sat alone in his room, he felt bitter remorse. Who is it that he hates? Himself, or God?
Maybe he'll die someday and remember what it felt like to be human, but until that day comes, he's nothing but a parasite.

They say pain makes for great inspiration, but I would have given all of my inspiration to have never experienced this.