If I let go, I may turn to stone.

Eye contact and breaking contracts.

I'm running alone,

In misty fields at midnight.

I will stay in my silence.

I can not peel layers you hide behind,

spent my life stripping my own.

No calls, no dreams.

The sky, she lied to me,

mapped me into dead ends.

Roping down my rainbow halo.

Drunk off false hope's energy.