Numb, I last still, standing above
inflamed prints that your steps...
I stand in front of the mirror,
Seeing this reflection of myself...
Is there help for the faceless ones
Or are they so cold and condemned...
We don't care if the clouds pale
Floating beneath their dying moon...
A goldfish swimming frantically
circles...
You know the kind of guys who flirt with you, then...
Squeeze my eyes shut,
cover my ears...
So many questions,
only one was answered...
Never break
Never cry...
Its a seamless boundary with an unknown end
a much corrupted thought potentially fatal...
In the narrow seas that part
from within the wearied vessels of my...
Child of mine I hear you're sad
Because you had a fight - he split...