And if it's true,

That art saves, then I can no longer resided inside this house of secrets. No longer sleep inside these emtee corridors, no longer stare into screaming glares of a dirty mirror- cracked with internal quivers. The scuffed floors, the soiled walls, and the only enemy is the one Ive become, I took its face and used its tongue to slice the neck of my sanity. All it was is lead except for the ghosts in my head. No. TODAY.

WE.


BREAK.

AWAY.