The ghost in my bedroom with the looming black eyes keeps me here, alone.

His intensity eats me alive, keeps me shackled to the floors where my sanity has fallen.

He's the one who selfishly carved my future, but was there all the times

when no one else


The one to catch my tears, but taunted me with them in the end.

He was the one who kept me from meeting with the angel on the roof.

He is the one I can't wait to escape.