I’ve watched stars falling, I’ve seen gods stalling, by your unholy words spoken, even the dead would be woken.
So now I think its time to tell you, I’m just a friend who cares for what you do, ripping out my heart to rescue yours, but your mind is so many broken doors.
When is the right time to let go, when life just imprints it must be so, that you’ve been raided so many times and I cannot erase another’s crime.
So I’m left with this scene, you and me and the inbetween. Leave you at the mercy of fate, but for that there’s always going to be a part of me I hate.
For you could have of been a butterfly, instead you turned out a mantis, more important to rip my head off, than let yourself try for bliss.
D March 2017