This makes no sense.
What is this sound...
The fires that bake the bread
in the oven of uneven rages and broken hearts...
When it feels unbearable
That's when you write...
The lights are mellow and light,
I'm beginning to see you at night...
They're truly close but
they never reach out or say...
There is a calm in
the water that would never...
We are still here yet
none could outlast the flow of...
We're the very where
where now and here, then and there...
Liberty at last!
Now that I am dead nothing...
Parting to see through
saw there was no part, "I" just...
Who is vandalizing this bench
in the garden of my thoughts, my heartfelt words...
No one stands for the truth anymore.
Coward’s necks are back to their turtle shells...