The bridge

Let me dance like I used to, live up to my name. I'll go sit by the river, hope for a chance meeting with my true self via another. Who knows what I can do. But instead I'm trapped, floating in the middle ground between the flashing lights and hidden shadows. Let me dance like I used to, live up to my name. Let loose because we're not to blame.

I watched that night; it was only a dream to you. You held the door open for them to get us, you threw them out eventually. No lost innocence, it was never there. Everything was a lie and still is. The lies are just different now, they grew and changed along with us. I can almost taste the blood from grazes and the hate that hung in the air that day balancing in the stairwell in front of them waiting¦ waiting¦

For what? There's nothing left. A little scam joined us, became one of us. No regrets, unlike you though, it was not through choice. Does anyone remember what you were like before? Do you remember that day you decided that you weren't that anymore?

Take a drink. Take them all. If I was going to poison you I would have done it by now. I would make it like the fairytale; maybe even involve the fruit as I doubt you remember how that one goes, do you? I tell the world one story and others another. Maybe one day the worlds will collide. They will shatter, destroy one another into dust, millions of shards impaling themselves into cheeks and eyes and hands and heads and hearts. When the air starts to breathe again you wake. You stand. Maybe it wasn't suicide after all. Child of the night. Welcome to light.