deaddarkstar

Just when I think I am capable of letting it out, in the course of discovery, how hurt and pain are the most memorable.
So I have a hard time letting it go.
I am so very, very ordinary.
You see, I am just like you, remember that I am always Michael, the innocent, who will always stay asleep.
Shadows drop over all the good days, flashing dramatic scenes I cannot run from.
Of ink and blood and scars of attempted tears that never fall. Like darkness in an empty glass.
And time ticks by, like a bomb.
Counting down, just waiting, ticking away to the last big boom.
Michael, the wicked, who will always follow through.