ts twisted and unreliable
you follow the strands
that fray away from the rope that kept you together
grasping at straws
no way to hold on to what you had
the frayed ends tell you
simulated defeat
flickers of light from a candle so far in the distance
so far from where you need to see
to far to shed some light on the situation.
the truth is
there is no situation
nothing to fight for
no reason to make a fuss about.
unplugged and far from relief
now to start a new
with someone of a lesser caliber
you asked for dessert;
ill give you disaster.
when I write I hear beats in my head, I write to the rhythm of my internal drum. sweet like sugar, and raw to the bone. ;RAWSUGAR;
No comments:
Post a Comment