I spoke of life that encompasses, what many couldn't find.
You know what I said was a fallacy, a ripple of the mind.
You told of love that embodies, what I never had.
It's hard to grip and watch it rip, driving me slowly mad.
I drank from an empty cup, that only echoes my breathing.
In a world of lack and indifference, between lines for backward reading.
I reversed my point of view, to filter out the screams.
I stopped by heavens attic, to buy
Jesus's tattered jeans.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
I spoke of life that encompasses, what many couldn't find.
You know what I said was a fallacy, a ripple of the mind.
You told of love that embodies, what I never had.
It's hard to grip and watch it rip, driving me slowly mad.
I drank from an empty cup, that only echoes my breathing.
In a world of lack and indifference, between lines for backward reading.
I reversed my point of view, to filter out the screams.
I stopped by heavens attic, to buy
Jesus's tattered jeans.
