Cell Mates
From one twisted soul to another : I know your darkness Every twisted corner I can find my way around that despondence as if I was the architect that designed it I know how you have turned it into a shield; I understand why you avert your eyes I know you do not want the world to see through that window ; to see the number of demons your soul houses I know how every time you're alone, you caress your mental scars And how the phantom pain grounds you; yet still keeps you in shackles I know that prison like the back of my hands I know how much you want to leave but how you no longer know what reality feels like... I know because I have sat beside you in that darkness