The conversation, it was kind of messed up, it doesn't matter, I just want out.
Me in
I am
being stalked by the number 4.
I try
to run but the cinder and smoke
Always find
me.
As do
these wet and salty drops.
You are
a f*cking idiot, you know this right? You got yourself
Here
All of
this you
On your
own Princess
While
an Angel somewhere
dreams of something easier.
