Tuesday, October 2012
How we break into the minimalist of pieces, no one knows
How our hearts mend in ways, no one cares
But all we do know in the midst of a moving stream, is our beats that speak
The soft spoken words in the outer layers get stripped bare
When you stand in a room with the person with the sweetest mouth
He converges, and turns into the harshest of men
Only then do you realize
Not all are what they seem
And maybe they were right when they said
"Listen hard and listen clear
For life is one and you must steer
Your path is thorny and open wide
If you keep you will survive
For no one said life was easy
To mend the break it takes heights"
How right they were
And we didn't listen
And now it has come to this
We fall and we fall to the pits of darkness
And under the light we crawl on our feet and beg
We are the fallen.
>>k.l
