What I can't find is lost.
My soul is lost.
Bricks. Sealing away the hope.
My hope is lost.
Fire. Pushing away the rythem.
What I hoped I'd never see...
What I hoped I'd never be...
What I hoped I'd never wish...
Is lost.
YOU ARE READING
Locked up -||- a quarantine book
PuisiSo close, yet so far. Separated by one mighty bar. locked up, Locked out. Caged, filled with doubt. If hope can be sparked, I want none of it. Lost, with no Mach to be lit.