Insha

JON: When?

HENRY: It takes a bit...of grinding your tooth

JON: One step closer to losing a tooth

My drama, my monologue, will be the end of the this play,

The last bow at the show,

The  full stop in the foot note. 

My outburst will be the street to resurrection or conclusion of us.

Because If only I could say every step of the way, 

I have a bad feeling ab

out this 

The signs are lying, we may be dying.

But I had to let you be, so I let you take me. 

By rational instincts at this moment , I am all that’s meant to be. 

Your perception of my perception claims that we will be saved? Will we be dead?

Am I as stiff as soft I am?

And if we die off these wounds tonight. 

I’ll bring flowers to this grave without fail. 

With consciousness in me without fail.

There's nothing I know better

There's nothing I know better, than knowing this 

I've read between lines

Had miserable time 

The tapestry is revealing itself ,As I walked closer 

I've lost cause I was never supposed to win 

There were subjects I was sneaking on,

I had to admit it 

Deny the wrong feeling, just to learn it was right 

I'm not even supposed to lose my mind.

It was always supposed to be this way, just that it was unrevealed, unsaid and hidden

What I'm thinking is wrong?

Tears streaming down my face

The fights that I fought, but there were many that I left

Things that I thought, there were many that I haven't said

This is what I stand for

I've never believed something more

Deserted and abandoned, the place where I landed

With everything I could get to survive through

Looking at my reflection to hope more

Not to burn more, just try a little more

You'll fight and make something out of it

I gave up being who I was 

That wasn't good enough 

Maybe there's a hand to pull me out of dark

But not to bring me to light 

-Insha