Yours are the eyes that I would not mind being trapped into.

Like the hole to Wonderland, I’d creep right in and swirl down the abyss of your nostalgia, your numbness will block all sorts of clues that I’ve been there, seen it all, and tried to kiss it away to no avail.

But I would gladly dive in again, a million times if I must, for your windows need cleaning to see I’m out here and in there screaming.

I might be going insane, but I know it’s something I’ve been dying to feel again.

Sweet toxic love, all pain, no gain, I’ll stay no matter what. I’ll always walk beside you.

I’ll hold you in your darkest nights, and see that I’ll lift you higher in the best of times.

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