burden of thought

the cliché felt

walls verbally are walked in an order to bring them down

these walls scream similarities to you while your messages build

we need each other and we waltz through a fire of hate

tribal rhythm falls into gallows somehow when trust is forsaken

the love that is lost forks us, separates and creates spaces

dire love for what my eyes once bled for

im sincere in this tiresome, slow motion blink that my eyes marvel for

ellipses are a pause, each. step. of. the. way. to wake the fuck up