mikey:nnnnhe wrote in furynnscribbled miserablynnhe couldn't find himselfnnbetween the linesnncoloring outsidennhis space left a messnnresembling himselfnni can't go on like thisnnhe dreams in penstrokesnnhe sees through paper visualsnnof a broken beingnnleft without a willnnhe wrote it nnand it was thrown awaynni'll forget what you saidnnbecause wordsnnno longer hold meaningnndays spentnnlooking through holes in the wallnnthe days spentnngiving up on myselfnnnnchris:nnnnthere was once a reason for protectionnnbut it's all a joke nownnit's all a memorynnyou have ignored your own decisionsnncontrast couldn't be more clearnna hole of times waits for you nownnwasting awaynnlike long lost memoriesnnpatience has got me no where with your God awful liesnni fear for you because you can't seenninstict should not be your decisonnninstinctnnresistancennn