my bruises aren't real, I still want to hold you

I do not wish to move forward

Blistered heels made of wood

Coated by the desert sand, grains and grains

Charred with the bone dust of a child long forgotten

All the water drained, black in color

By the drought of a 1000 days

How many days in the months 

Did I want to be here?

I need to see the sun again 

But oh, the night only lasts forever 

My eyes are covered in that dirty cloth rag

Someone is taking me away

Rope burns around these cold, thin wrists 

Slashes like caverns, valleys and bumps

A terrain carved as protection

Making a road map on my skin

I will hit the well of youth

Find the destination I crave

Take the car and watch the eclipse, again

My eclipse 

My beautiful eclipse 

Catatonic cuddling underneath a sorrowful sky

How could I ever forgive you? 

Are you my echo?

Or was it always my own voice?

God help us all

God help us all