Standing in the backyard. Staring at her scars. Confusion is surrounding her (leached out) existence. Standing in her shadow. Staring at the end. In hope she’s screaming:
“Tell me that there’s nothing we could lose. Raise this inner crime. (We) need to lock the fear we hide inside.”
Surrounded by a dozen souls she still feels alone. Will this isolation end? Or is she destined to rest in a never ending planless hide-and-seek?
“Fuckin’ restless ruining years through all the hopes and fears. I keep on crawling back to zero. Raise this inner crime. Lock the fear we hide. I still believe that sacrifice makes sense.”