Saturday, August 26, 2017

The Paradox.


Been wandering alone for days,
Searching for something,
Alone,
And crying out for companionship that never comes.

We might have been thinking about it the wrong way.
You know what?
This beauty hides a lethal weapon,
Not to kill, but to survive.

Paper planes and white flags,
Are we going down?
The sea is no longer my shelter,
It holds memories we can't replace.

Such a view,
The bright side of the moon.
Should I live there?
I'll ask you later.

My mind has a speed limit,
No, you can't change it.
You're the one who left, right?
That was great, that kind of magic.

My vision is doomed.
But I have another system,
In fact that I am not even sure if it will come to a firm,
Or defined end.

Fuck you.
Let me in.
I am your anger.
I am yours.