A Quarrel in the Brain Park

Your Wall.

My chastity burns me whole, graves a soul,
My oak wears torn, drifts apart.
My beaches of bones, wreaths roses,
My lack of empathy, fills thy art.

Let's try and be simple this time,
Let start over and build a wall.
Let down each brick so soft and swift
And finish with a touch of cozy loft.

Now you climb on your wall, so high
Brooding over your claimless sky
While being held proud, yet so loud,
Like a banshee in a blackish dye.

Your eyes catch a sight, one to behold,
And then see a hand, waving an invite.
You're drawn to it, as it has been forever
Since you felt something, reaches her site.

You're drawn in a mirage, you are fed lies,
You're rubbed against the fake promises.
While your wall is plucked out, brick by inch
And you're left with none but empty premises.

You reach down your fall, tune a cry,
Then you sit and you growl for days.
You have lost all hopes, the sun seems down,
As you mourn over your twisted fate.

Your chastity burns you whole, graves a soul,
Your oak wears rough, drifts apart.
Your beaches of bones, wreaths tulips,
Your lack of sympathy fills thy heart.

There comes a new breeze my son,
Wake up and feel it crush on your cheeks
Wind up the past, tighten your mast,
And rise from your sorrows of weaks.

New sun has been awake and afresh,
As you stand, on the land, seemingly tall.
Let's try and be simple yet again this time,
Let's start over and build a wall.