I’m outside your window looking in on your world, but all I can see is nothing.
No colour
No depth
No dreams
No life
You’re an empty shell, the carcass of some creature left behind after the carnivores picked the good meat and left the rest to rot. You wasted your best years, gave up on those stars - they always hung that little bit too far out of reach, didn’t they?
Now, you’re just a bag of bones, with the bag made of your skin. You might have a heart, but it beats in time to the tick of the clock that counts down to your last breath
The years
The months
The weeks
The days
The hours
The minutes
The seconds
Until that darkness you welcomed as a child reaches for you and you take its hand
And it pulls you out in that final breath.
But I’ll stay outside, always looking in
That world wants me dead but I just won’t give in
My heart beats well and truly out of time
And I’ll reach for any stars I can find
I know I’ll fall - but you can’t learn to fly without the fall.
About the Creator
testedTransgressor
Brisbane-based || LJ
Worldbuilding || Exploring || Journalling
Fantasy || Sci-fi || Fiction || Fanfiction
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