I saw your spirit and burned it to your skin. I held you in my arms and told you it would be okay. I told you I loved you and I meant it. Forgive me of my faults. Forgive the condemned selfless boy you once knew. I ask for your savior and I'm sorry I asked too late.

It was me. It wasn't the angel that had become my everything. It wasn't the life my had become, but it was me. It was the lies that rolled off my tongue like it happened centuries ago. It was the addiction that dug me deep enough to see no way it. It wasn't the perfect girl who did everything for me. It was me, that dug myself so far all I can do is tell myself that I messed up.

My inner demons give greetings to those who are willing to stay long enough. I learned to talk to myself.

My feeling are sealed for nobody to read, and you unravel them like I am some novelty item.

I see a warrior behind all the wounds you called a "accident"

You're asleep while i'm awake waiting to see the day of light to dance upon your sweet caramel covered skin.

These chains are locked onto my ankles, rattling as I try to grasp onto the soul I once knew.