WhyYou said you wouldn't hurt me.
you knew I only had one thing left.
you knew that thing was you.
so why did you take that away from me?
Terrible FearA lot of people say fate is woven in your life like needle and thread is to fabric.Most people do not realize the one sewing the thread is yourself.You can't escape fate, every breath, every step, it's all just another puncture from that sharp needle pulling the string through your fabric. It won't stop, ever.Inside of your coffin your corpse rots away as your soul disperses from it's physical form, is just fate.I can't escape it, it follows me, everything I do it silently watches over my shoulder, making clean stitches. I wrote this because it was fate.I wrote this so you could know of this terrible fear I have.