My demons howling at the door,
are desperate to get inside.

I debate for but a moment,
and then fling it open wide.

Better to brace myself for impact,
than to run and try to hide...

there is a grey mist hanging from the sky
behind miles of its skin is a raging war
a calm firmament, but peace is yet so far
it is weak, and so, it yearned to die
roars were heard, and light brought the bath
the war is already won, sing an aftermath

When spiders went crawling up your spine

And the butterflies start to die down

You're left feeling none's ever fine

And under your eyes you drown

Put your life in my hands
Every cracked blister and every white knuckle grasping at the straws of your hair
Is my best ever good enough
To bring you back from the brink?
Who can tell me where the right stop is, I am a train speeding off the tracks so
When is giving up an option?
I can't decide for the both of us - but your heart beats sluggish , a trail of slime in my cupped hands,
This is my choice, not yours,
You are blue lipped bulging eyes and I am awake finally but I wish we were reversed,
The world spinning inward, you and I drifting across the table,
Wine stained lips and empty plates,
And I can sleep again maybe,
Dream that I am someone else without dead weight on their shoulders,
I can't carry anything else with
Your life in my hands
And I am weaker now than I've ever been, Atlas long since withered away,
But put your life in my hands anyway;
No one will cradle it the way I do.