An abandoned world a running loner stumbles on, where one empties their colorless emotions, remains of bruised heart
and oceans of muffled miseries;
is the book your eyes just greeted.
"Life stitches dark tatooes on the naked human soul, where...
Tell me our status! Are we just on hiatus? "Hey this is the end." Should I hit on the send? Erase the "end" and mend? Messy coily love, Is that all I can have ? Foggy flip flop frienship, ain't that a teetering relationship?
Tell me our status! A never ending hiatus? "Hey this is the end" Isn't it simple to send? Behind our insomniac minds, fear paces to and fro. Afraid to show up and man up like a pro. A peer frienship we had; just peer. Why not slaughter this pointless journey, my dear?
Tell me our status! Are we just on a hiatus? Fear floats on our brain; creeps in our mist. Why not press it down, let it sink with our not coward fists? Even if I think, think, think, just a, ding! we'll shrinkle in a blink. And go back to our old form like a pulled spring.
Tell me our status! A never ending hiatus? It's time to separately slice our siamese feelings. Show the world we are suffering being attached like knitted seamings. You think our feigned "I'm alright" is alright? Let's unfasten the sweaty feigned I'm alright; make it right, allowing each emotional vein to recover without intervention. As we put to bed this innocent tension.
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