the roar of the silence
and the scratch of the heat
exploding outwards from another place
whilst we are striving not to retreat
it’s a hopeless endeavour
that’s filled with doubt and concern
we’re falling backwards in a time spiral
we’re losing everything we’ve so far gained
there are dangers in this darkness
the pain on this path is real
the tides rising above our heads
are swallowing all we couldn’t feel
it’s more things about touch and tangles
there’s still so much to be seen here
it’s more about loss and falling apart
sabotaging all that we took for granted
perhaps - you are willful
and this indulgence is your downfall
an opportunity to throw away
so you can never face failure
it’s slightly harsh and so unpleasant
these uncomfortable conversations
- they drain me, pain me, age me
we’re on our way to repetition
and the scratch of the heat
exploding outwards from another place
whilst we are striving not to retreat
it’s a hopeless endeavour
that’s filled with doubt and concern
we’re falling backwards in a time spiral
we’re losing everything we’ve so far gained
there are dangers in this darkness
the pain on this path is real
the tides rising above our heads
are swallowing all we couldn’t feel
it’s more things about touch and tangles
there’s still so much to be seen here
it’s more about loss and falling apart
sabotaging all that we took for granted
perhaps - you are willful
and this indulgence is your downfall
an opportunity to throw away
so you can never face failure
it’s slightly harsh and so unpleasant
these uncomfortable conversations
- they drain me, pain me, age me
we’re on our way to repetition