The juice sinks into me like a warm sunrise,
While the luxury of self-indulgent paths imagines it as love.
I begged to graduate;
coercing the puncture of my curiosity.
Drinking the elixir of blood and guts,
grit and fear moved in slow motion veins.
I lived in a paper castle,
to avoid the somebody that always dies.
Never thinking that someone could be me.
No one hears the river as it thins out.