a bit too old to run away

I MISS THE TORCHBEARER

children's games in city...oh lets play house ! you be the mother, distant and quiet, you be the father, gone all day, i'll be the sibling, training for guard. nursery rhymes that could stray into horror, echoes of their holy nine, the neon ringing their city, the things that happened to the next door neighbor. mommy, what does seized mean? they said be good or they'll seize you. we're going out to play! no, you have to stay inside. they don't want to see you like that. it's not good for the people. reading a bedtime story but all the books are new, spines not cracked and the fairy tales happened in recent memory. they wrote all the fables up in their towers, took their ideals and religion and veiled it for a eight year old. dad, what's outside the city? nothing, just a monster who will eat you up. dad, are we safe in here? under the nine we're always safe. go back to bed. you have school in the morning.

no no no put me back in the loop I almost did it perfect please put me back just a few more tries and I think I could really nail it please put me back

ohh so a drag path etched in the surface (them as kids) can you find me (singing at each other years in the future)

do youuu ever. Think about saiclancy and get genuinely a little bit nauseous.