Giving into the pointlessness
Of existence
Time like sand slipping through fingers
Running
Head first into the demons
letting go
Of resistance
existentialism
Exist
The cliffs and the sea are not friends or foe
They just simply exist
If only you and I could see our lives
In such a way
As the sea erodes rocks
Our tears chisel and etch lines on our face
Longing to be remembered
But not retraced
Light me up
Light me up
And put me in your mouth
Like you do your cigarettes
Let me be your apology
In between your thighs
We’ll be the poison
That insists
On no real reason why
And so my enemy, in the end, is the same
I wouldn’t wish the human condition upon my worst enemy, but alas I have it and so do they.
So my enemy, in the end, is the same.
And that is what hurts the most.
