from the entrance to the exit
is longer than it looks from where we stand, i wanna say i'm sorry for stuff i haven't done yet, things will shortly get completely out of hand, i can feel it in the rotten air tonight, in the tips of my fingers, in the skin on my face, in the weak last gasp of the evening's dying light, in the way those eyes i've always loved illuminate this place like a trashcan fire in a prison cell, like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell, i will walk down to the end with you if you will come all the way down with me.♥