it is hard for the truth to come out of my sealed lips played the victim and I take my role seriously we were just on the same water, passing ships the sun and the moon meeting in an eclipse only for a moment but the moment was potent wishing for more moments like this rips and rips until I finish my zip hours and hours until I finish my shift you are the one thing my mind cannot slip the one man that drives me to drink so I don't think, just a couple of sips now I am covered in my sadness as the sunlight peeks through such a naive little boy, never knowing what to do what to do
How heavy one's thoughts can be When one's mind pulls them out to sea, And floods of emotion spur the gale, Cracking rudder and battering sail, So fissures in the way one thinks Widens as ship and psyche sinks, And the cargo one is forced to bear Drags them deeper into despair. What was made clear by surface light Shall fade in the depths of starless night. Ever down into the cold and dark, Crushing pressure shall assail one's heart, And monsters from nightmares well known Seek the intruder within their home; As one tries in vain to hold one's breath, While terrors consume 'till nothing's left, And a hollow husk shall reach the bed Who once was captain aboard one's head.
You ask me To build you cities When I only have Avenues of waterfalls I wish These words Could build you rafts So you could Float along the horizon At the end of the day Promises are hollow And we all sink Like ships
Fate is but a curious pattern of twists An ode to the memories you'd rather forget We are two halves Two parts of a whole Chaos ensues when our union is full Modern day ecosystems are meaningless We're a draconian species destined to go extinct Bound by the theories of renaissance We grab all we can and do whatever we want Primitive and limited, foresight is prohibited A far cry from the eyes of Egyptian pyramids Here comes a blight that weathers no fight Everyone going in different directions Like sinking ships that pass in the night No politicians plan beyond the next generation Just until the extent of their own destination The cupboard runs bare The well has dried up Millionaires groom their heirs The muck has run amok But the maiden was fair Now we're all sitting ducks The hourglass fills up at the bottom Government bodies are callous masses of atoms
I don't hate anyone at all and still hold out hope for humanity, but I've lived long enough to take note of trends and patterns across the globe. Have a great day/night everyone!