A salty fist in my chest. Please no explanation, its

your time

to be angry now. Could I possibly be so

selfish as to take that away? To

compare myself. I'm

so miserably pathetic and helpless again. I'm so

little

lying next to you, in this cold sweat of

mine. My sympathizing, however

honest, still a

belittlement. I can't heal a thing. What god is

responsible.

I can only hold your hand. Live.

Dehydrated, nothing pacified. You can

disassociate

yourself. Tools of your trade, survival. It's the only

safe

place left anymore. But can you tell me, are

you here now? Is my touch

touching you, or that tool

of yours? I saved all the debt for you, you're

still

in debt. You're broken wings I have taken on to mend

and right now I'd

do the same onto you if it would

change a thing. If I could cripple your mind

again.

If it were my place. Grant her the wings, grant her

the gift to cope.

You leave her no choice than to

steal her birthright. Children don't cry

tears of

guilt for the sins of their predators.