everything was lies and cold. nothing but hidden eyes. and were you bought or sold, or left or ignored? or were you torn down for every time you felt and tasted only anger, that doesn't burn as easily as twilight or bridges

let this fall and die, let this [bad word] and wash away. return to this again when you can't reconcile yourself with the blood on your hands or the words you were told. we will all be better for it but never absolved, remember that. you write words that make it seem like you forget