Woken from adolescence
the shifting bruised us
feelings built into the corruptions
from the past abuse

I feel a hole
all the days feel the same
sometimes we wonder
is this the edge
then we see,
we have already gone under

black, it all feels black
this hole
the wall
their words
let's take a picture
lets hope it disappears

to rest alone
we see it clearer than glass
the greatest event to come
is the event we have last

but we don't want to fantasize
about holding on
for what they do to us
has no measure
and the only thing that follows
is letting go

we soon learn
that everything we want
is a dream
and waking up
is the same as falling
when you fall asleep
into the ashes
we all fall down

e.s.