I run and hide because I feel myself die.
I look at you,
You do not look back.
My insides turn with the abyss gripping my feet.
Hell’s infatuation burns away what I thought I lost.
what I wanted shadowed my need.
My eyes could not see there was nothing there.
I spoke many word yet did not move your heart.
Your kindness was just a barrier,
A place you hid.
Yet blame was in my court,
I loved my own words,
I loved my own ideas,
I loved someone listened,
More than you…
I lit my heart with a false fire,
That is why I die and hide.
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