Lighting oozing out of my pours.
As I open my mouth I also open doors.
What’s a chore to you I do in dreams with my eyes open.
Your fear left you afraid so you were forced to close them.
Rivet my pride to my back along with my cape.
I’d use it to strangle anyone that steps in my way.
Blood soaked phone case as I call my Dad to encourage him to realize that his life isn’t over.
I feel his own regret whenever we handshake.
Time doesn’t heal wounds it just creates scabs that we learn to live with.
Time frozen around our bad decisions.
The trap is when you live to forget them, but you can’t live because you’re afraid to make any more mistakes.
Life is easy.