It"s woven in my soul, I need to let you go. Your eyes, they shine so bright, I wanna save that light, I can"t escape this now Unless you show me how!
6:09
Damian exhales and wraps his arms under his head. The door to the cell opens.
"Room mate!" says the guard and the young boy falls in, on his high heels. His yellow spaghetti-strapped dress is too baggy, and his bony body peeks out from underneath. With smeared make-up, he looks up at the man looking at him from the other bed.
"What are you looking at?" he asks angrily adjusting the dress and slouching awkwardly on the other bed.
"Hello," says Damian turning back to the cracked ceiling. There is no reply. Silence.
"Why are you in here?" the boy asks.
"I supposedly killed someone" Damian snorts.
"Is it true?"
Damian puts on a sm
