The ship has sailed and you're a stowaway.
Anxious to find another phase...

I open my eyes to a whole new day-
Last week was full of promise and hope...

I fell hard as lightning striking
through cottonfields, fighting like...

We all wear masks.
Fortress faces built of smoke...

Time is running out and my mind grows weary.
I hate this feeling...

~Quote it Club Challenge~
Quote is from a song by Wrathchild America, No...

I am no friend to love.
I owe her nothing...

Contusions of the soul
turn to scars and scabs...

I mentally formulate my words into theoretical
concrete, sketching an outline of poetic assault...

I need to get out, get away.
Tear from these chains that keep me...

There is something about the notion of your
arms fitting so perfectly around my waist...

You cannot fix this kind of broken.
At least not with band-aids and...