i'm back there somewhere, with the lights turned out
hiding myself away from the world at large
having crawled back into the hole i came out of, only to find out it was worse out here
than the last time i decided to let my skepticism tell me
"it can't stay ugly forever"
so i stay protected by legions of tattoos and pills
rusty nails that littler the long dark path to the darker cave i rest in
and the darkness itself
no one but the fearless enter
making my company little to none
and no one dares stay for long, past when the entrance starts to darken
and the way out becomes invisible
and full of hazards, bio and otherwise
i've got sharps
tools and mind
to cover what dangers aren't covered by the above mentioned protections
i miss you, whether you can tell or not
i'm not coming out until i'm ready
whether you miss me or not
until the dust kicks up enough
to hide my safe place