It used to be about releasing the depression but now I see it as an obsession. What was once just a way out is now the one way inersection of a path I had no right in taking.
I have tresspassed into the boundries of sanity and loyalty to where it is nothing more than jusf a simple choice or voice of reason.
Can I continue to keep the promise I made to someone I love? Or will this burning desire become too much to handle and where these itching fingers begin to grasp the blade of reason to slice these walls of my beauty.
It's either them or me and one can only be so selfish to where they decide what they want is the right road to safty and nourishment of a crimson iron soaking into the pages of these lies.
