It's formula, an equation
To not fall in line
To not fall in love
Too fall between black and white
Anti-
Anti-hero,
Anti-for-society.
Formula,
Perfect for film cinema.
Tragic backstory, take some here.
And a few, add 'em right there.
On the outside, a few ounces should do.
A lone wolf roaming.
Yeah we'll take some that too.
Add 'em up and up, an equation.
Chemistry so critique.
Formula,
Perfect for film cinema.
Sliver screen,
Just something so shiny.
Oh Constantine what did we do?
Pain gain, drains through your veins. Pain.
Oh what did we do,
to you?
To you,
The anything-but-trying
The dying-in-every-living
The demon-in-every-angel
Everyone, Every-part that's hiding.
Formula,
Perfect for film cinema.
Sliver screen,
Just something so shiny.
Our reflection devoulving.
Oh what did we do,
To you?
Oh what did we do,
What did we do,
To you,
To the child,
To son, to the daughter.
Oh what did we do..
To the lost in one another.
YOU ARE READING
Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
