Bled, but alive. What's the bright side?
Trust. Not that you can.
So lie, like I know you will.
Its a fate that's sealed.
You let it go far too long.
If this is an act, you play the lead quite well. Show me...
Open your heart. Let it spill forth over empty words.
I can read it so well. The pages breathe. Every line- every letter- reads like fiction.
Bled, but alive.
