Dec 2020
“Not all things are made
To survive becoming past”
I thumb the cold blade,
Knowing this won’t last.
“Peace residing
Within the art of war”
Inside the cracks I’m hiding;
While my mind’s on tour.
“Within emotion
Lies our charred corruption.”
A mental explosion;
And a civil war’s eruption.
To survive becoming past”
I thumb the cold blade,
Knowing this won’t last.
“Peace residing
Within the art of war”
Inside the cracks I’m hiding;
While my mind’s on tour.
“Within emotion
Lies our charred corruption.”
A mental explosion;
And a civil war’s eruption.
The parts I wrote in quotations get more specific while the other halves get less specific. I just noticed that.
