A hint of spices
In his meat slices
His hackles rise
He's ready to scythe
The imbecile
Who ruined his appetite

withered flowers
my heart in tatters
there goes my forever

our paradise
was built on
white lies
and compromise
yes, we lived through
grey skies
but we didn't realise
in our eyes
the truth lies

I read their words
and realise they also live
in some of the worlds
that I thought were only mine

there are days
when i sit in daze
in my mind, on repeat
a phrase
is it a phase
or is it the start
of a maze?
i look for ways
to get out unscathed
it doesn’t work, not always

Not that I need it
but when you say it
I believe it
better than when
you don’t say it

despite your presence
i feel the absence
of your mind
maybe it's a sign
i feel it in my soul
and my toes
are we reaching
the end of you and me?

i’m scared to pray
even when things
don’t go my way
i know I’ll pay
for the times i stray
i keep pushing
it all away
thinking ‘come what may,
He’ll still give
me another day’

one day
I’ll wake up
not caring
whether or
not you care