caustic famine eyes poised to attack two sides of the brain divided like strangers on a phone your grin sadistic yet somehow inviting bitterness holds court in the beauty of your hunger mirror speaks in riddles no love survives
where is hope in this cluster **** world we are just powerless disciples of distrust and suspicion of our systems and overlords a bunch of anonymous souls who have learnt to question everything emboldened by our social media alliance we are a coalition of suspicion
but a cluster **** of suspicion will be no salvation
hope is people doing the things that they love things they believe in being humble warriors of self determination helping each other in compassion and grace and in so doing showing others that there are good people in the world because we are all just people together
We don't trust a kind person they are always under suspicion, Nobody has been kind to me without any reason, their ulterior motive be some kind. It seems that kindness be An extinct breed indeed. Not a call in which, it is purely for asking of well being, what follows concern, is the real deal. The world has toughen, sharpen each edges, distrust is all time high, cutting up inches You are one of them, I am not putting the blame, I have turned just the same By not trusting everybody, I am just being kind to me.
i followed you into the depths of your suspicions your paranoia your accusations cut deeper than you know the night and day black and white love and hate dance we shared brought me to the edge of my own delicate sanity and to life itself I loved you like no other and hated you as I would my worst enemy you were fire and ice beauty and cancer peace and war I miss you to this day and curse you for every day I lost