All the contradictions,
Bled me nowhere,
Just left me lying empty,
The thoughts that meandered my way,
I’ll pass off as your confusion,
Tear yourself between misdirection,
Gun me down,
They’ll keep coursing through me,
I’m still moving,
Letters that you’ll write,
Filling up the sorrowful room,
Who’s going to read them, with as much dignity?
I held you high on a pedestal,
But stole the weight from under your feet,
Now it’s all you’ve got,
Ceaseless and unchanging,
Seizing and phasing