Breathing off of you; I guess that makes you my life support.
I swear I can do this without you, yet and still I want to be your hostage.
I guess my heart is the ransom.
Name your price.
Silence is whispering …
My life is the price.
How can I see past now when this is a game of Russian Roulette.
It’s my go?
My flesh feels nothing.
What a relief it is that it’s not me.
It’s not you either seeing as it was my go.
So I am looking around for you the room is a lot bigger now; feeling warmth under my feet, and there lies you.
You gave me life.-HonestlyFrank