Piece of mind
last updated on 29th Mar 2023 at 2:10 PM
Eggs spinning in crates,Like minds rubbing in debates,Baseless like fireflies darkening the sun.What is music to the numb?Preoccupied by emptiness and loudness is the drum,Stricken by dark forces that undermine the stormOf black rains and soothing acids..If she cries, she means it.If she smiles, she fakes it.It is like the thirst of desert sands,The music of mad bands - Her predicament.How do I paint this grief?I sink my teeth in your neck,Spit on the canvas, and set it ablaze.