[14] - monday's child.

「 with the first step comes terror. 」

out of the woods, ​ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ, 03.08

hold me, please,

i'm scared.

my racing mind refuses to cease,

tomorrow is right now, and i'm unprepared.

sleepless nights,

writing blind,

against from the light,

away from the sky.

i know i promised i would be be strong,

and i've been trying not to fall apart.

the next right thing seems so wrong,

and something has to end for this to start.

frantic prayers escape my lips,

drenched in sweat from a fever dream,

where the sun and moon clash in a terrible eclipse,

i shut the voices up and try not to scream.

everything seems so loud yet so quiet,

i search for and grasp onto your voice.

the impending battle seems so giant,

so i fervently hope you pick the right choice.

my healing heart is still bruised,

and i don't want to reopen old scars.

my strength has all been used,

so please fight this war and take back what's ours.

staggering with my paper cuts from the airplanes and crowns,

rendered unable to find my way out of the wildwood.

i'm deafened from the silence and her wretched sound--

lost amidst the breaking branches and shallow roots.

as anticipation builds with the orchestra's ascension,

unset boundaries hold me back from running to you.

i'm not home, and i'm not going home with all this tension,

because i want to keep my peace and stay true.

i won't wield the sword in this war,

but i'll still hold up the shield.

i'm quivering in my chainmail armor,

but i'll stand tall on the battlefield.

but please, someone,

before this all starts,

before apollo rises the sun,

please don't depart.

help me, someone,

hold me, anyone,

please, just stay.

i'm so scared.