When will you come back?
Haunting bleak sentiments that you used to entrap me.
Caught forever in your gaze, and even when not looking, I still see you, broken and abused, laying waste to last year, last years dreams.
I thought of how I could help, seemingly efficient and affluent in emotion, my words to you are lies, and even in promise, my vision fades.
I make one final attempt at free thought, dangerous games that dance delicately close to the devils own.
Have I always been this good at destroying lives?
Boundaries broken, lost.