There will be tears reminiscent to seas
Salt water
Body of lies
Forming to make there way through
Rocks and hard places
Through time they cut
And **** up
The thoughts of tough
I trust
You’ll never trust
Us
But you remain in the picture
The pitcher
Has just enough
Liquor to leave me
Left
Right
Beside myself
Sometimes
I get beside myself
And me and I
Rather I and me
Stand alone
With the unknown
Women eyeing me
I’m trying to see them
For who they are
Yet,
Your eyes are all I see
Icy hearts are hard to warm
It hardily harms me
And scarcely scars
Or even scares you
Because we are
Emotionless vultures in a cult that preys
On cultures
That cultivate true feelings of love
We contour their beliefs
With our tongue in cheek
Expressions
Learnt from lessons
We had in adolescence
Will we ever truly grow?
Or will we just
Say **** it
And bring the world down
With us?