I'm crying watching you,
so enraptured.
But soon enough I will ache again,
at life's alter bruised and tender.
Beautiful and fictional,
you are not enough.
A half remembered tune,
only bitterness when clogging my gears.
I hate this, I hate this, I hate this.
I understand how they would raze the world,
but I mustn't.
I will die anyway.
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC
I'm crying watching you,
so enraptured.
But soon enough I will ache again,
at life's alter bruised and tender.
Beautiful and fictional,
you are not enough.
A half remembered tune,
only bitterness when clogging my gears.
I hate this, I hate this, I hate this.
I understand how they would raze the world,
but I mustn't.
I will die anyway.