Who is which
What is when?
How do I accept
This grace that bores my very existence
Living off a proof
Jumping off a roof
But I cannot die
There’s still something deep inside
That holds me to my heart
So cold and cannot love
Because I grip myself too tight
Heavy burdens all become light
Or so it seems
This dragging pain
And all these while keeping myself vain
Wine in my hand
A rose on the other
Seeing the world tumble
As they harm each other
All I do is watch
And hope they will learn to pray
Not to seek advantages
Of trying ways to behead their prey
Drip by drip
The river spills
Fountain of life
Where does it come from
Rushing stream
Of endless tears
Beneath the secret sun
Where rays cannot reach the earth
It’s only a place
A cold dark place
Where silence is your best friend
And the light is your fiend
Reaching out
Just reaching out
To an endless void of destruction
And insanity indiscreet
To reach a higher understanding
Of what’s deep and concrete
A love full of cold
A river cold icy hate
Where fondness of the heart turns gold
Of what from the imagination we create
What are the feelings?
Where are these emotions
That strike from the pit
Of mindless conclusions.
