mikey:      he wrote in fury   scribbled miserably   he couldn't find himself   between the lines   coloring outside   his space left a mess   resembling himself   i can't go on like this   he dreams in penstrokes   he sees through paper visuals   of a broken being   left without a will   he wrote it    and it was thrown away   i'll forget what you said   because words   no longer hold meaning   days spent   looking through holes in the wall   the days spent   giving up on myself      chris:      there was once a reason for protection   but it's all a joke now   it's all a memory   you have ignored your own decisions   contrast couldn't be more clear   a hole of times waits for you now   wasting away   like long lost memories   patience has got me no where with your God awful lies   i fear for you because you can't see   instict should not be your decison   instinct   resistance