Oh god, what do I do.
I'm running through a hallway of unlocked, empty doors.
Your face is on the annex of every one.
I'm running faster, and I see her.
And I see all I've done to her, and I see guilt.
I see pain, misery, and I see you judge me for it.
I see you help her, just as I tried.
I see me cry, as I failed to help.
And I see me cry as I cry over how you judge me for trying.
I keep running and I see black.
I keep running.
Do you recall the happy days when we used to run?
I wish you were running beside me.
I fall.
The black isn't a floor anymore.
It's amorphous, sulloting.
The darkness is devouring me, my very identity.
I'm drowning, I can't swim!
You know I can't swim!
You are the bearer of my hell, but by living this hell you save me from a greater inferno.
She burns, I burnt, and now the eyes of judgement are upon me.
You twine a web of lies around my spindled heart.
I knowingly fall into your depravious fallacy.
I may love you, but you force me into a depraved and despaired thought pattern.
You make me feel dead inside.
I wish for infinite slumber. Inside and out.
Mental pain and torture. Please. Grant my wish!
I'm drowning in the black.
How do I live without something to anchor to?
I need you.
Even if you hurt me, I need you and you as a person can be my anchor.
Even if you kill me inside.
I love you, but I hate you.
Please hurt me! Mental pain... please! Grant my wish!
Goodnight, queen...
I'm going to sleep.
