you exhale vulnerability and I inhale every bit of it freely but,
aren't you terrified yet?
undeniably naive you are,
in such a wolfish world we were raised in, accustomed to to the shrill cries of a shattering humanity ringing in our ears and
banshees screaming on the hills as Death follows us in each and every chapter
absolutely congesting the living with a hopelessness thicker than the mucus running out of a child's nose
naiveté is the cure to the antichrist's nihilistic plague
and you are the messiah.
