the safe confines of my room
can’t last but must burn out on its own.
In the dark
hiding from them here
having constant flashbacks
a precise moment in time
I just want to sleep, to escape this night, is so terribly long.
Rather a shrug of the shoulders
just a little less selfish and self absorbed would do wonders.
This is rather suspenseful, isn’t it audience?
Just gotta remember to C.K. Dexterhaven that shit.
– For more in this series and the story behind it, see 13 years