Three minutes into tomorrow and still I wait alone, string tied around my wrist keeping me from escaping this room.
I'm so tired of attempting sleep on the damp floors of all the enemies that hide in the corners, waiting for me to give in so they can cover my body in their black lips.
Only three minutes from yesterday but it all seems so close. What is this force controlling my heart, whose voice tells me I'm not strong enough ?
All of your lies I scratched on the insides of my eyelids so I can see them every time I try to rest.
I hear something begging for me to save it, but I'm helpless.
I gave everything and still lost out to death's laughter.
Trapped by the memories, this room is all a part of it, my broken palace, my ruined temple, the abandonment surrounding the poets fingers.
My skin is stripped from the storms constant returning, I fall closer and closer towards the edge.
Unafraid of the impact, bones ready to snap, heart begging for rest.
But I'm only three minuets away from yesterday, far too close to say that I'm safe.