I need new air.

If you cut through each day and divide up my heart into several pieces, you'll find that this life was meant to be more than what you thought. More than what you seem to know, can be found beyond my front door. Behind my lungs in the centre of my inside.
So careful, so sharp.
Falls upon you like glasss. Breaks open your mind only to find,
you know nothing. Baby, you got nothing.
You're a joke
You're just an empty canvas, screaming for life.
Breathing for nothing.
Waiting for the sun to pass behind the mountains and fall into oblivion. When all along it should have been you that tumbled into the underground, never to be seen again.
Never to be heard again.

Something inside this place can tell me how to get out.
Something isn't right.
But nothing seemed wrong.
Not at the moment.

But it's all a big lie that they keep locked up.
Sealed behind her lips.
Trapped beyond her teeth.
Soft and smooth. Rough and bitter.
You can have shotgun. You can take it all.
You're bound to find me, hiding in the forest, lost and running into trees.

You feared the pain would be agonizing, but honey that's the least of your worries, I promise. It should feel like a pinch, but become a mind numbing itch. I hope the tears stream down your face, and you gasp for air like a dying fish.
He's a dying breed, as you tend to soil them.
There could be more, but you kill them off.



I beleive that it's out of line,
when you say I should apologize.