Remittance is bitter and it’s prosaic offer a
pittance for the meaning I sought
an invisible struggle fought.
To relinquish pain for this nothing you’ve
gifted is to vanish the stain
cleanliness excising, and not realising...
Where are you, where are you?
Never known what are you
but that was part of the lust
confusing lie with truth.
Where are you, where are you?
I ask in the wake of your dust.
Ah, the must.
I’m caught in a fog
Conclusion, unseen we die
in the mist.
Oh, traveller
emerging with blinking blue eyes
penetrating the smog.
“We’ve lived with these lies.”
“You go ahead alone and dead,
continuing an existence I’ll try.”
Haunted by fantasy
it won’t be the same.
Mist, fog, smog: journeying with eyes blind
I’m losing the fantasy of enacting what we fervently resist.
Yet it’s plain we can’t desist
from the lame fantasies we endlessly rewind.
I wrote this last night around 11:30pm, no internet at home anymore. Laying on my bed after a shower, feeling the drowsying effects of antihistimanines I take for my allergies. It was a cold night and my mind floated back into the past and this ridiculous relationship I had built mainly on fantasy, this pseudo-relationship that haunts me still.
pittance for the meaning I sought
an invisible struggle fought.
To relinquish pain for this nothing you’ve
gifted is to vanish the stain
cleanliness excising, and not realising...
Where are you, where are you?
Never known what are you
but that was part of the lust
confusing lie with truth.
Where are you, where are you?
I ask in the wake of your dust.
Ah, the must.
I’m caught in a fog
Conclusion, unseen we die
in the mist.
Oh, traveller
emerging with blinking blue eyes
penetrating the smog.
“We’ve lived with these lies.”
“You go ahead alone and dead,
continuing an existence I’ll try.”
Haunted by fantasy
it won’t be the same.
Mist, fog, smog: journeying with eyes blind
I’m losing the fantasy of enacting what we fervently resist.
Yet it’s plain we can’t desist
from the lame fantasies we endlessly rewind.
I wrote this last night around 11:30pm, no internet at home anymore. Laying on my bed after a shower, feeling the drowsying effects of antihistimanines I take for my allergies. It was a cold night and my mind floated back into the past and this ridiculous relationship I had built mainly on fantasy, this pseudo-relationship that haunts me still.
