Price

Let them down, the tresses you’re so proud of that give you joy that give you escape that give you meaning. Let them down and see what I can do and see how I believe I can destroy as easily as you believe you can build up. Where has your life escaped to? Has it run off with your hopes and dreams to climb the mountains of light on the other side of the pages you turn, or is it sitting like a caged animal upon a pile of cheapened worries and burdens that you heap and heap on your skull? Let them down and we will see your hollowed, pitiful ways moving through your days with the illusion that Evil looms a foot from your nightstand never understanding that he has taken over your mind day to day night to night as you shiver in between the silk sheets that fear has bought for you at the price of freedom. What a barter you have made that you can no longer bear to look outside.