Our paths drift,
We fall out,
You don't follow me anymore;
Because you want to live here,
And I want to reside there.
You prefer that story,
Which inevitably contradicts mine.
As I melt into anger,
You shine from excreted ember's hue.
You embrace the aches as I push them away,
You ride as I resist;
That is our fatal destination.
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 1:05 AM UTC
Our paths drift,
We fall out,
You don't follow me anymore;
Because you want to live here,
And I want to reside there.
You prefer that story,
Which inevitably contradicts mine.
As I melt into anger,
You shine from excreted ember's hue.
You embrace the aches as I push them away,
You ride as I resist;
That is our fatal destination.
