It's hot inside
Is this hell?
But the warm caress seems
To sweet for death
Maybe it is a fleeting moment
A glimpse of what could have been
As I wake up thirsty
Scared to be
But this hole is still open
I swore I put a bullet in there
It still seems too large
To live with
Too large
To love with
Too large
To exist without consuming me whole
So let me be
As I hold on to the last shred of hope
That never really existed
But they always said
I had a wild imagination.
