thehood

Her: Across the floor in your hand where I drove the drill. A cautious ear to the mouth of your confession.

The Others: Think of all the things you put him through. And in the face of his god, he will still tell the truth.
Still recorded are the words that dribbled from out his kiss as the eyes of what could become go blind in this man.

Her: Sever the limbs from torso in sleep and burn what remains so the world may now see.

Him: No longer! I will no longer wait for your answers. Back to the Hell where you've come from.

The Others: Think of all the times you once had; write them in a letter that says "goodbye."
To Him: You'll listen to reason when you're face down in the dirt. You'll stomach the hurt.
To Her: Break down now for him and think of this: just how much is he worth?
Slowly discarded were the remains of his lonely youth. Picture a young man in pieces and streets with structured malfunctions. No name to call "redeemer."

Her: I'll fix him, restore him. With love if no other.

Him: Think of all the things we did before, write them in a letter that says "reborn." Following you across the road, I'll keep on.

The Others: On the wrong road out. On the causeway to nowhere.

Them: In the time we spent forever after beyond, will this nightmare ever end?

The Others: Pull the trigger and the nightmare stops.