Fingertips Of Existence
A pattern of footsteps
A repeated saying
A sign of familiarity
A glimpse of humanity
She’s in there somewhere
Beneath those cold dark eyes
Her frozen skin whitened by long periods of no feeling
She’s alone
She’s scared
You like to think
You try convincing yourself
She’s the girl you knew before
It makes you feel better
To think she will spare you
To think she’ll remember you
To think she won’t kill you
And to think shell care
The heart may of beaten once
The air taken through her body to survive
But there’s nothing left
Nothing worth saving
She comes closer
Faking an expression
She opens her mouth saying nothing
Bloody hands
Teared clothes
She doesn’t notice
Your pain and confusion
But you see her beautiful selfishness
Still In love with what was
It wasn’t your duty to save her
It was hers
Choices led to consequences of darkened desires in the midnight
Along with repulsiveness and stolen personality
Bravery and stupidity make you stay
But knowledge and strength make you run
A pattern of footsteps
A repeated saying
You see her for the last time
She’s not coming back
She didn’t come here for you
You thought you knew
You never did
Let her go
