how did it get to this?
it's the question you ask when you're underwater, post-mutiny.
lightheaded with nerves running everywhere.
it's not so much a "did that just happen?" kind of thing, more of "how did i let this happen?"
your shakes will blink on and off. always with nothing to appease their anticipation.
my mind is somewhere else when we touch. away. you are a wax figure and my nerves do not exist.
"i am sorry" always runs through my mind. it's the only thing i can say.
you never answer back.
i keep getting left for dead.
and i keep coming back.