Each side a dog waiting to bite us
Not listening to what's heard
No wonder they're so hated
Just grazing with the herd
I get it I do
Both sides stand begging to be bated
Drooling for something to chew
Each side a god waiting to be righteous
When A Butterfly Loses Its Wings
I swear it was life
But It's feeling more and more
Like a wet dream
No wonder why I'm drowning
Like a child that pissed the bed
I remember floating
Defying physics
I forgot how to spell
Gravitea
Everyone knows hope
Gave me flight
They forget that it can be poison as well
I'm that p a in in
that poison
I'm just a neophyte
Who would dare challenge the primes
They wish to cast me out
She is a dream
That I'd die to wake to
A calm
To ride out these storms
The drought after the flood
She is a muse
That I've never seen
A touch of sanity
Imagine what could have been
If we already were stitched at the seams
Act One:
Sips of semi-sweet wine
Soft soft lights
A teasing smile that was the sweetest
Bravado in place of inhibitions
An old technique