a conversation with my soul.

so you're back to tell me I'm alive, but what happens when I'll be deprived.

you've already slipped through my toes into the cracks of the wood floors.

I lost my socks in a battle of war for the glory of others.

you've already slipped through my eyes, down my cheeks, and onto my shirt.

I tasted the salty liquid escape my eyes to get away from me like the others.

you've already slipped through my lips into another's, so gently you did.

I felt my reliance fall onto him and my words of encouragement call out not on me.

you've slipped through my fingertips onto the pages full of ink and blood.

I watched them write out how much you hated me.

how come we don't get along like we used to?

when the matter of the fact is you are me and I am you.

when we talk your voice is shaky because I know what you're scared of and I know why you do this.

we are scared of our mind.

I can feel us both slipping into darkness that's hosted by the brain.