Endure
the moment, to endure the future, and more to endure; this feeling for time,
the times of feelings, to experience time. We climb emotions, to feature
emotions, tired of feeling emotions; oh this love, buried in love, afraid to
feel love. We climb the mirrors, to scream the mirrors, to crucify mirrors; and
breath is passion, the passions of breaths, filtering breaths.
There’s
vision and pressure the pressure of vision, to live it secluded, the days of
vampires. There’s the tour of madness, the laughter of mirrors, to endure a
calling wind; this for stationed, to cringe the reckless, to know we never
cared. It was merely the moment, to fill-in space, to settle for extinction—to
perpetuate madness.
Proclaim
decisions, a life from ruins, to beg forgiveness; this inner world, to stipple
existence, to knit for meaning; the shoulder of tales, to seek for truths, and
hated for such. We love for silence, a home of secrets, to dine come sunfall;
this feeling, forged in tears, to question an outward nature; to journey the
forest, expecting loyalty, to wrestle a faceless mirror.
