a suden urge to break everything i own.
vision cut short.
hands cut free.
you speak of walls but i speak of cycles, and they always spin.
you could say i'm egde..
manual communication made it easier for us to lie,
and from where i'm standing no walls have been constructed, only cycles.
i saw what was left of you.
forced back..
hands outstretched in the cold night air.
offering all my broken belongings.
on by one i raise them up.
to share them all with you.
vision cut short.
hands cut free.
you speak of walls but i speak of cycles, and they always spin.
you could say i'm egde..
manual communication made it easier for us to lie,
and from where i'm standing no walls have been constructed, only cycles.
i saw what was left of you.
forced back..
hands outstretched in the cold night air.
offering all my broken belongings.
on by one i raise them up.
to share them all with you.