I think of you and all I see is a dead end. We have come to a point in which we cannot pass. There is no way if we don’t both compromise, to which you and i despise.

Freedom plagues the mind, a word to which it is it’s own trap. wonder that.

A paper rose with lead and time, a deception of the mind. again you lied to me. then covered it up with beautiful words and talk of blue instead of grey.

But you cannot change an empty land, not with a hundred million witch’s not with a hundred thousand wizards not with billions of soldier’s.

Let your hand guide the way back out. Otherwise it was only a trap.

With the path laid down before feet we stumble upon it. Your drunk and tripping on your feet, im not strong enough to carry you.

You try and choke her in the night. The dark aiding your misteak. The quiet a ward against thinking to loudly.

Well. Your wish has come true. She’s no longer alive inside. Although her body still breaths. Minor draw back.

It’s Ok, your unleashed. If indeed that was how you looked upon it. I never really needed it. Pretending is something I’ve gotten good at, just from pretending everythings ok…but it is ok. So. ok. goodbye. ok? ok.

it’ll be mended and forgotten in the morning.