That day still passes through my yesteryear. It happens over and over. Over and over.
My eyes opened from the cry, I saw escape from the vivid moment we would share for a lifetime. Can you just show me how this works? I don't wanna feel this everyday disdain. Can you lift me?
Wake up. I need to see you staring at me. Because it's something I cannot replicate. Just like the way you mould who I am. I feel your poison and its paralyzing me. Then I'm yours, completely.
I am far enough away from the person that was me. I take comfort in that memory. Because I feel your current flow through me. Colored red your silhouette sings to me.