Scenario, scenario spinning in my skull. You're what gets me through the night, without you I'd be lying awake crossing over double negatives and staring at the question marks scratched deep with ink and restlessness. Hollow bones just filled with air, I float through days, I'm barely here. My nerves are shot, can't grip, can't walk. Teeth made of ash and eyes in shock. Forever chasing question marks.
Is it worth it? Another fight, another question, penniless and unrepentant.
I'll move on, find someone, find somewhere, avoid the sun. If I can't, I'll just lie here, invalid and fate unclear.
Breathe in, breathe out, poor soul, pure doubt, breathe in, breathe out. Call me old fashioned, but integrity's a bastion. For what it's worth, my eyes are set. I'm steady here; I'll keep my breath.
This sticks with me like a shadow but it's weighted so I can't move. I feel useless and understated. This is never how I saw myself, romanticising jaded.