Falling Fleeting This disaster repeating A relapse Small words Make them easy to understand I can't think to much There is no permanence I can only see what's in front of me Little dreams I strung them along I tried to see the line Trying to connect them all Little droplets I don't know if they are tears Another relapse Mistakes and mistakes Again and again I find my self here Walking the line between dreams and reality But both directions are dark And I can barely breathe
Do not be fooled, darling: For his lips That taste like sweet wine Will have you addicted And his ocean blue eyes Will drown you Beneath its merciless waves.
The trees sway soothingly Dancing about to silent music. You can almost feel the static. The vibrations in the air. Wrapping its distant arms around every sense present. what an intriguing notion. Laughing at nothing. Crying. As the imaginary knife slides into flesh. Deeper. What a distraut wind to be stumbled upon. Pushing everything further away. Without thought. Nor care.. With the flavor of blood convoluting the atmosphere. Does it begin to make sense. Tare and wilt. Each leaf does know. For the new season is upon us. Ready to waste. Another melodic year.
The gentle giant, Furiously calming With peaceful power, Pushing forward, endlessly on Frothing and abating Against the blemished shore, Wiping away the disaster And washing it out for more.
Of course hurricanes are named after humans We are the definition of disaster We brew the storms in our heads and allow the winds to stir the storms in our hearts.
