Placing her hands on the cool ceramic of the sink
Her tired eyes read over the lipstick message...
Heads keep bending down
Fingers move at a rapid pace...
I see these little people live their little lives
Ignorant of the world...
You generated a series of water waves
with the falsehood that you don't impact...
You grab my hand and invite me
Out to the dance of life, hands on my waist...
We flaunt our sex,
soliciting everyone in sight...
Penurious parchment
aches...
Each morning comes the weeping,
For a soul lost to the mire...
Eyes crafted with the scars of loss, became
vulnerable to the slightest view...
Since I was kid I witnessed my own death no stress...
Ek sal klop aan die deur,
Ek wil sit by die vuur...
Your mask, it's heavy.
It satisfies the herd...