tucked in and still to be.
still to be asleep.
tossing and turning comfortably.
comfortably hiding the mail.
Fate, Fear, Foresight who is to blame.
blame thy unchosen for that wich you art.
are you not?
not one that broke these chains?
not one that saw my heart on my sleeve?
and still we resonate yet you've chosen Deceive.
or it is i.
who see's lie in believe.