In the wake of the end,
Life takes shape,
Vertical, Reversible, Fluid;
Between worlds,
I see space and kiss time,
But I feel so lonely,
People are things I can't ignore,
Though I wish to,
Silence their voices much like the demon
in my mind,
Deception and lies,
Spew from your lips,
Daggers and swords in the form of manipulation,
Just a puppet in your fucking show,
Stitched up,
Left for dead,
Did I really deserve it?
