clearly
so fukking clearly
have grasped at it at times
but its real fukking clear
a
reality
ive never had parents
theve glimmered before
the oblivion of theyre lack
of
grabs
and
gone
no wonder so much anger
from us
no stability
no thing of good realness
drift, ache abandonment
there is no way to confront, there were blindfolded attempts that drained through days, that led nowhere
the only thing now is to leave you as the strangers you are
dead ghost children
eyes rolled inwards
unable to see us
death is the only salvation that awaits you both
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