Can pain come from a place other than what I believe is a mistake?
He gave into an obedience derived from his fear.
He mustn’t be aware. We mustn’t speak. Words haven’t been said.
But the free crowned a king — the rebellion is lost. He’ll regret ever living again.
You think the breaths you take are heaven-sent but how much do you lose just trying to live? No wonder the people haven’t spoken to you yet. Little monster with no place to hide, where in this heart do you reside? I hope you survive this deadly ride ’cause living through the pain is a life-sent gift. You’ll never be more alive than when you want to die.