I definitely have some pent-up aggression issues!
I feel like I’m going to scream and explode into a violent light, leveling the entire city around me.
This love I spoke of
It’s my fault though, I allowed, even encouraged a relationship I knew was doomed to failure.
But my worm, once again, controlled me.
I decided, against all better judgment, to keep playing, down on the level of intellectual infants.
Kids, posing as adults.
Weak impersonations which I should have run as fast as possible from as soon as I saw their very initial gestures.
A thick wall of ignorance kept all good intentions far at bay.
All my punches, all my pomp and circumstance were spent up against that wall and it still stands, as strong as ever.
This seems an immutable law: you cannot restore sight to the blind, you can lead a horse to water but you cannot make it drink, blah, blah, etc. ad nauseam…
But:
Let’s forget it all, but first, each other.
Give it to me, I can take it. I might even be able to use it.
So love we mumble through and love we settle on…
Love we think is good enough.
Then like a black tongue, true love shows itself again:
A fire, an explosion, a certified phenomenon.
So fake another mask like you are doomed to
Because no matter how distorted it becomes, I can still see through you.
