The window to my soul
The gates of hell

I am your
blood,
guts,
sweat,
tears,
flesh.

You are the gatekeeper to my soul.
Holding the key to unanswered questions.
Will the gate ever be opened?
Why?
Tossed away like an old rag.
How can you forget so easily?

What gives you the right to leave the questions unanswered?


You are locked away in my soul. A strongbox, resistant to being opened.
but it opens on its own
Why?

Do you not want to know?

I am your
blood,
guts,
sweat,
tears,
flesh.

The kind of person I am now?

I am your
blood,
guts,
sweat,
tears,
flesh.

Do you not want to know?

If I care?
We are strangers.

I am afraid.
Afraid you'll say yes.
Afraid you'll turn away

Again