'For example, is there is a single thing called life, which could have a meaning? Or is that just a mistake?”
She said, you live every day like you're living in the past.
No desire to live with the pack.
Who dresses your wounds if I can't?
You've saved my life 100 times.
And I've barely helped you up from the ground once.
You've saved my life at least 100 times.
Am I inferior, are you really that far gone?
I cannot allow your help.
I can't accept the feeling endowed.
But I can keep you from the world,
If you'll hang on my every word.


Finally I throw it away.
After all, forever ends today.
There is no one hiding but you.
I am open to see right through.
Empty, ready for nothing left.
A soulless presence constructs a resurrection of hope,
And hangs it over my window.
But every day as the sun rises, it evaporates.
I cannot allow your help.
I can't accept the feeling endowed.
But I can keep you from the world,
If you'll hang on my every word.
Numb to the unseen, tortured by the thought.
Eternity is not.
Await the internal rot.