Desire, I turn to you
leave me high and dry until
my mind is just another entity
I cannot seem to find;
it's only feeling,
and it'll never be this good again
so
hold on tight, your breath is right
don't ever let me out of your sight
Walking away evading consequence
your inherent cruelty
leaves me clawing at the walls;
now I'm floating, I feel nothing
but I'm hot to trot and on your tail
so
I'll bite down
just to see if I still bleed
this is the mess you left of me
We're a festering wound,
dragged back together by
blood beginning to congeal.
Follow the thread
to where we began;
I'm losing faith again.
I haven't fed it in days, but
the shadow still remains.
This darkness consumes
eternally.
We're trapped in a loop.
There's no straying from our paths:
yours to me, mine to you.
We're trapped in a loop.
Unpack all thought:
wash it clean in the river
in the caves and
follow the signal.
I'll meet you There.
We're a loose end begging to be tied.
Little bodies fall.
Help me find the sense
because
I must be missing something.
Silencing pleading screams
with heavy artillery.
The pile grows uninterrupted,
undisturbed by prying eyes.
These small vessels stack so neatly;
reduced to tallies
woefully under counted.
History creeps,
callously picking sides.
No truth to be found
only cruelty;
only only only
the stench of war taking root.
Our minds are cloudy and distracted.
