RIPTIDE: LET ME KISS THE SCARS ON YOUR HANDS

my thoughts, that time — just a fleeting lunacy, best dispelled to the wind. i remember that laughter, i remember those sensations. i feel trapped in my own mind.

sometime this cycle of mental violence will end. the cold blade scraping against the skin will cease in my ears. let me kiss the scars on your hands. i'll embrace everyone who is lost! i'll embrace everyone who is broken!