Silly girl.

Wipe those tears from your eyes

you silly, silly little girl.

Walk the straight line

Leave the crumbs behind.

And so you will know your way home.

Trust yourself, dammnit.

Go, stand tall.

Stand tall next to him.

Go numb next to him.

Crumble your feelings in one hand.

And when your little palm starts bleeding

Show it to him.

“Look, this was made by you.

You see? You see?

Those little hollow shadows.

Made by lust, by pain.

By sorrow and vain.“

You will not be scared.

He will be scared.

And so it is.

Speechless and left beind.

He goes blind. 

Wipe those tears from your eyes.

Look, there is the sun.

Can you feel it?

He is not here.

But those whispers

Is that him?

Those clawing

Is it his?

Oh silly, silly girl

What have you done?