You will never sing again!
You call yourselves scientists, you call yourselves brave.
But you fear the true unknown more than you will ever admit.
That voice you once had, it is long gone.
For you seek numbers so you can answer
The questions raised by your own, precious numbers.
You try to speak through them,
you try.
You will never distinguish again!
You call yourselves artists, you call yourselves brave.
But you fear the true unknown more than you will ever admit.
That wisdom you once had, it is long gone.
For you seek thoughts so you can understand
The worthless classes of your own thoughts.
You try to see through them, you try.
Stop me now, before my words name another.
Stop me before they call true.
For I may not stop
I may be broken and you will never reverse it.
Some say that they cure, others that they heal.
But if I break, you can do nothing.
You fail and the game is over.
I win.
YOU ARE READING
Thin ice: poems
PoetryA collection of thoughts and lyrics. Feelings of an intricate, foreign soul, written down in an attempt to create art. "We're walking on thin ice, With poetry by our side"
