I've wanted to tell you for the past couple months I've been watching from afar
and your case my dear is quiet unsettling,
you see the simplicity of it is quiet unnerving.
You sit and you pry
You dine and you lie
to make it past another day.
Lead astray
by a fallacy preconceived in the womb
an encrypting tomb.
I've watched from afar as its slowly been sealing.
The means by which you're "dealing"
with the entropy of a reawakened life.
It's a combination of love and hate,
one of which no drug dare sedate.
Though some will tease
with attempts to please,
the hole that's there will never again be fulfilled
as the bearer will forever be left to rebuild
And I'll watch from afar as your life lies in ruins.
Only to see it begin
again and again, and again and again.
The monotony
of ******
of melancholy
of treachery
of the solitary
confines that have bound you here,
that hold you dear,
and whisper in your ear at night.
"It'll be alright."
These were the last words that I remember.
Before the stutter.
Before the games of a wretches confines
it's benign.
It's benign, and I will not here further dispute
this fact as I watch from afar, mute.
When will it feel like this never began?
Tell me, Oh tell me, my dear sweet Anne.