The infinite serpent
that devours his own tail,
as he reaches the end,
is back where he began;
restarting the journey
inside out
I don't know what's more shallow,
me or the graves that I've dug.
I can't tell what's more empty,
my heart or the ones that I've loved.
I don't feel what's on fire,
Is it my eyes or the bridges I've crossed?
I wonder what's more winding?
My thoughts or the path that I walk.
I can't decide what's more frightening,
the ghosts that I carry or the people I haunt.
I cant see what cuts deeper,
the dagger you've drawn or the things that we want.
The infinite serpent
that devours his own tail,
as he reaches the end,
is back where he began;
restarting the journey
outside in
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 5:10 AM UTC
The infinite serpent
that devours his own tail,
as he reaches the end,
is back where he began;
restarting the journey
inside out
I don't know what's more shallow,
me or the graves that I've dug.
I can't tell what's more empty,
my heart or the ones that I've loved.
I don't feel what's on fire,
Is it my eyes or the bridges I've crossed?
I wonder what's more winding?
My thoughts or the path that I walk.
I can't decide what's more frightening,
the ghosts that I carry or the people I haunt.
I cant see what cuts deeper,
the dagger you've drawn or the things that we want.
The infinite serpent
that devours his own tail,
as he reaches the end,
is back where he began;
restarting the journey
outside in
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