Too Late The Hero Still Insists She Sees The Ghosts
She thrusts her fists against the post. Lock out your monsters. I know you don't have a name for the thing outside that hardens the air in your lungs. You're screaming at me but it comes out as whispers. Why am I so blind when you see it with your eyes shut tight? Like a child with a blanket, this is your crutch. Now you're putting all your faith in me until the end. You're not, you're not, no you're not as helpless as you think. Wake up to suffer your life (wake up). Together we can save you. Explain to me all the reasons you maintain you choose to be a cripple. That's your story. You can't play dead forever. Be strong now, be brave for me. You birthed it, you kill it. This has torn our lives apart and you're letting it. Now you're putting all your faith in me until the end and you're terrified. Lock out your monsters. When you forget the unforgettable it'll have its sweet revenge. Beware! It's changing shape!
