There is a wind that flows south west
Far from the east I belong to
I wait at the very end of the road
to see places that are higher than my reach
He places his hands on his rested knee
The two slytherins holding a whiff ball of smoke

They do not get it.
They wouldn't. but wouldn't my point be refuted in the  very second I start to wonder about what they think?
I polish hard, I put effort for the very first time.
I do not go with instincts anymore. I seek more than I possibly ever have before

Your truth, your lies. All so same
I go in a hole so white that I bleed in bliss
two horns and one body
and a soul that craves for more, everytime

Your mess is accessible.
My mind is not
Do not. Do not. do.