The tank might be full
It doesn’t mean we should drive
Where would we go
When we’re all out of seconds
Armageddon
This arms race will forget us
In the blink of a butterfly
In the wings of time gone by
An apocalypse of hearts
Our falling house of cards
We will light up
And remember the laughs
and the nights we cried
And we will forget
this was the night we died
Slow down the haste
I’m falling in outta space
With infinite thoughts
Bring me back down to earth
Everything hurts
I’m going out of my mind
All the stars are watching
I want to take a drive
Around the corner
Too much too fast
Full throttle, no breaks
Take my turmoil
And take me out
Of this rat race
I was always outpaced
Cant keep up
When you never wanted to anyway
My hands in the dirt
Anchor me to the earth
All this pain
growing seeds of doubt
And the wind spreads it
on open fields
Where all the darkest secrets
Are kept
Slow down the haste
Slow down the pace
Slow down the haste
Slow me to the moment
Slow me down
to this moment
Anchor my feet to the ground
Slow down my….
haste………
We anchor ourselves to illusions
Desperately hanging on to ideals
A battle between lofty dreams
And the abyss we’re forced to stare into
If we just breathe
And stop beating these primal urges
down into our anguish
maybe we’d be spared
The bloodbath
Awaiting us on the other side
of this Armageddon
If we could look upon the dirt
we try to abandon
With admiration
Maybe we could be held afloat
Instead of drowning
And
we could deaden this angst
That disables us
Time is a gun
Every step
a reverberation
Every word
ricochets
Every breath
a continuation
One flutter
another direction
One snap of a branch
another recollection
Every death
a transformation
Caterpillars making pockets of hope
Wings awakening
A revolution sowed
as if death and us is forgiven
For the terror we’ve torn
through these landscapes
Humanity
A winters dream
The wind whistles against the fences
That we put up to hide the menace
The birds sing, and the trees whine
Against the barbed wire trenches
As if we were at war
And on the other side is no man’s land
In our houses built from bricks and mortar
We’re without
And perhaps we are immortal
Shunning all that is mortal
Under illusions that we are moral
And as we hurtle towards our great demise
Some look out of their windows
And come to realise
More death has come
All while we’ve continued to shun
And they get to asking
‘What have we done?’
Tired beyond comprehension
The world too full and empty
Nothing to be awake for
No desires to fulfil
But for this thirst for something
not quite resembling anything
Just a pain
festering in an unseen wound
A sigh
Sadness exhaled
Lungs full of empty
Tired to the bone
of myself
Caged inside my head
Ghosts of butterflies
Snapped up by the tongues of neurons
Before they could fly
Your eyelashes flutter
The blink of a butterfly
while you try to pry
for gossip
to fertilise idle minds
