"For example, is there is a single thing called life, which could have a meaning? Or is that just a mistake?" She said, you live every day like you're living in the past. No desire to live with the pack. Who dresses your wounds if I can't? You've saved my life 100 times. And I've barely helped you up from the ground once. You've saved my life at least 100 times. Am I inferior, are you really that far gone? I cannot allow your help. I can't accept the feeling endowed. But I can keep you from the world, If you'll hang on my every word. Finally I throw it away. After all, forever ends today. There is no one hiding but you. I am open to see right through. Empty, ready for nothing left. A soulless presence constructs a resurrection of hope, And hangs it over my window. But every day as the sun rises, it evaporates. I cannot allow your help. I can't accept the feeling endowed. But I can keep you from the world, If you'll hang on my every word. Numb to the unseen, tortured by the thought. Eternity is not. Await the internal rot.