Boom n' zoom
Retrograde and a full moon

It's not loosing you that has me hurting,
it's the subconscious fears within me
that your thoughtless and immoral actions are spurring

It's like you're consciously feeding into them,
stinging them, driving an ice pick through them,
bringing to surface once again.
Yet it'll never be within me to draw a sword and sting back,
or attempt to strike a chord within the broken,
chorus that your dark and angry heart mourns.

However, maybe that's where fears belong.
Maybe you were a tool to awaken them,
to pin me to a wall, watch me rip and fall
then dismiss them and fly far from the fear
of never having another look back at me
and mirror my look of awe.

How is it one can still have compassion after such disgusting actions?

(Yin and yang. Divine balance.)