the winds of my life are blowing strangely and the tidings they bring strike fear and worry in my heart
love and loss being so hand in hand terrifies me to my core on a night like tonight
fire and fury burning through wicked groves on the horizon
open hand leaves me wanting for closed fist, bashing my skull against the pavement
just fucking- no. leave me craving the release of bees, oozing honey from structured combs through forgotten bones
wake up as flames lick closer, collapsing their eternity into a fleeting spark, curtains take alight
i am all that i am, nothing could ever compromise that
but
fleeting feelings like bugs on the windshield, guts splattered and blinding me to the poor deer in headlights
tires screeching, no impact, quickly departing flakes of psyche leave refuse in my wake, fury polluting memories lost long ago to the doldrums of days unending
neutralized poisons leave shattered pathways through hearts ablaze, until all left is flailing between misery and bliss
do grips held tight ever loosen, or is that not what we wanted in the first place?
dude maybe i should be on SSRIs cause what the fuck is this
