“You hang on my every word. Your body sways on the syllables, a lifeless silhouette of feeling. You wish for another passage. One you don’t escape to, but rather escape from.”
I’ve read all your crumbled thoughts, your wishes. I’ve watched them all die, like starving children god gracefully forgot. Your figure, just a silhouette of feeling outlined in my mind. You hang on my every word clutching to a life wrapped in warm, welted harm. You want to be bent to my will and that’s what I will continue to do. You think you keep coming back, but I’ve allowed you to think that. This isn’t your doing, it’s mine. You don’t keep coming back, you just never escaped. You’re just a loop, rewind.