There are many thoughts
Combined with feelings
that take a strain

With more pain there is
Much less to truly gain

Still change great things
That awaits us to entertain
The shallow sounds
of a crashing tone
Tear more often extra drone
Another day away
We come closer to home

Say how a
Brother soul is old
Forcing more pain
down a narrow path

Tempting and tripping into a panic wrath

Subjecting that my pain
is like a sequel or
equivalent to basic math

Bleeding out every emotion
there's no more tears to cry or
breath left to have the last laugh!

-DESCOVIA & C.J