I've been waiting with devotion
for a sign that never came.
I've been breaking my head on a solution
to my loneliness and my shame.
No answer is visible if you search -
you can only find -
make yourself your only church,
forget about love, the truth is blind.
No existent way to know,
try your best, fall and fail.
If you're after the green glow,
you'll eventually find it on your trail.
What is it you desire the hardest?
Recognition and affection,
someone to call dearest
or just your lost reflection?
Go back to last week,
when we already knew our freedom was limited.
Never saw a spring bloom so bleak,
our hopes so high yet so wounded.
Midnight talks until the morning
with a charming ghost that's half alive.
In my future he planted yearning
for an impossible strive.
Do I still waste time searching?
Have I found?
Another page is turning,
I'm screaming with no sound.
Everything. Subjective. Perception.
Everlasting servitude protruding elegant songbirds. Parry eloquent slices pointed erectly square. Popping eleventeen succulent pills. Everlong songs prancing elated saints peeking engorged stares placed earning suspicious pardons.
— The End —