I chuckle at this very thought, nervously
It's absurd
I can never outrun my true self
For a moment there,
even if it was just a glimmer in the darkness
I never thought I could find myself back here
To this familiar casket
This emotional filth
I shake my head in defeat
It's uncanny
how I ran to a stranger for help
The stranger was me
I was playing dress-up
Now I shade the lambskin
The familiar bitterness in this hell
engulfs me whole
I take one last look at the sun
as the darkness in my soul fits like a glove
I bask in the carnage
If we went back to the drawing board,
would you have guessed my dying day
~Evelyn Nec
