I wander aimleswithout rhyme nor reason,
nor a destination in mind. Perhaps as I am the flutter of uncertain wings, you are also
seeking solace.
I have seen the hands tattooed over your bruised, stone lips,
and the invisible veil over your painted eyelids. I have see it all--
and have shed needless tears for your sake at a blank life;
a bland taste,
a certain colorless vision that you are working so hard to achieve,
and how sad that it is I who knows it will never come true.
Pity, for I have also seen the conviction in your unseeing eyes,
the necessity behind your cold, white lies--
and all of it just for a reason even I
am not aware of. Seeking solace...
indeed.
And it seems that wherever you linger with me
is where i feel lonelier.
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