THOUGHT - DRIVEN .

A BOY enters the bloodbath with tragedy worn upon sleeve  &  a smile that shows only teeth.   it was the biggest thing to ever happen to them.   thrive off of the carnage  &  let it consume you. truth blind  &  officially obsessed. self - absorbed  &  naive to a fault.   hyper awareness is gripping the second the corpse of a friend falls. 

A BOY is lured into the dark of the woods,   strung along by his own pulsating heart.   her warmth radiates off of you.   the brightness of your smile is illuminated     —     burning.   a boy is lured into a trap with affections used against him. haziness of thoughts  &  choked words as crimson seeps from a gaping wound.   the iron tang of blood smells different when it originates from yourself.   your life was not supposed to end like this.   bleeding out in the midst of a wooded area near the tragedy wrought wren lake,   the place that had become the spot of you  & the girl you loved.   cruel irony.   you were spared once.   but no one could truly survive unscathed twice.

A BOY leaves the bloodbath.   the murder board still sits at the forefront of bedroom  &  the podcast remains. but your smile is genuine & whole.   perhaps things are finally back to normal.   or maybe lakewood will always be murderville.