If I ever have to have a past, I’d prefer it to be multiple choice.
Will you remember me like a God?
Will you forget me like a fly on the wall?
The people in white tell me, “There’s nothing wrong with you.”
But you and I both know that there’s plenty wrong with me.
See, even the pure souls can fall to insanity.
All it takes is one tiny push.
Love me, even though there is no life in my eyes.
Stay with me, even though I cannot say the prayers.
You must watch the dark night rise upon the daylight triumph, for I am already lost.