There's an addictive solace that whispers from between the cracks in this trench.
The floor stopped caving beneath me, and since then, I've been wandering the stretch.
The walls hug me cold and comfortable, or maybe they're simply my oldest, loyal friends.
I have lived, learned, and loved, and I have left, lost, and lamented.
I have contemplated the aches of history woven into each contracture's blemish.
I have mastered all the steps and I have memorized this condemning demised premise.
Enemies have worn friendly faces, played dress-up, and spoken with invalidity.
Friends have lifted me up and I've been sitting on the product of their solidity.
......
There's an addictive solace that whispers from between the cracks in this trench.
The floor stopped caving beneath me, and since then, I've been wandering the stretch.
The walls hug me cold and comfortable, or maybe they're simply my oldest, loyal friends.
I have lived, learned, and loved, and I have left, lost, and lamented.
I have contemplated the aches of history woven into each contracture's blemish.
I have mastered all the steps and I have memorized this condemning demised premise.
Enemies have worn friendly faces, played dress-up, and spoken with invalidity.
Friends have lifted me up and I've been sitting on the product of their solidity.
......