Erin-Leigh

You are what you hate. You are me. This is how we aught to be. We can't continue this endevor, for the only reasons we remember. A star that killed the shadows, has gone too fast to the gallows. Wouldn't it be interesting if when we got there, all we could do was dance, dance, dance, like the idiots who do. We are idiots who do. You are me and I am you. I laugh inside my head, turning up, turning red. This is danger as we know it; pain and humility, we are controlled from our insanity. Am I you, are you me? We both act like idiots as we dance. Idiots who do. You are me and I am you.