Let me in, let me touch the crevices of your mind.
Tell me, and show me, what has been spoiled and undone.
I can’t piece these broken pieces back together, it’s as futile as keeping water in my cracked hands.
Yet show me the depth of your ugly. I promise to throw the rusted anchor down deep and stay, even when running from the seashore is always going to be easier.
There is a darkness I wish to know.
And it’s not yours alone.