exploits

the doctor is in-
side your head and he won't leave
until you explain why the doors are locked
and the windows are painted black
inside your heart.
you believe that
there's an answer hidden in the disclaimer

your breathing is hitching-
a ride back to your home town
where it smells of smoke
and day-old gossip
because nothing ever changes there.
your throat is a drought of words
but you refuse to take a drink;
you believe that
there's something in the water.

we were tired of playing-
experimental masochism.
Game Over. we lost again.
out of lives, out of chances and halfway out the door;
wrap your mind around this
before you wrap your arms around me.

I believe that
there's a heaven between two horizons.