our hands were as cold as ever
two spirits lost in the zone of their unconscious life
a meeting of two brought you, a tumble of weeds, but i still see
bend down, the beauty, the lovely and how fast i’ve fallen
wasn’t sent from, it was time and the reason i write rhymes
i patronize others and paint feelings of another
slip with this and that and feel an unholy feeling of immorality
they say otherworldly, but i rhyme and say, ideally maybe i lie frozen
the warm brings truth and my favorite color is blue
shades of darkness, the deep underlying feeling of your highness
a wicked reign of yesterday through eternity
matter of a ghost roaming the coast wondering where it all went wrong
i do, i did and at times i still feel gone like a piece of me isn’t right
that i might’ve already died and well, maybe this is limbo
all the symbols, the unnecessary jesters out at sea
how people become stuck in windows deep throating any sort of information
i think about the bitter, the cold, the deep devotion i have towards you
forever stuck in this wonderment and awful mood of endearment
you said you’ve never felt it, that you wish and that you were sorry
yet an apology isn’t always accepted and sometimes you have to face it
the way i called as you reigned and felt today like it was a getaway
i’m not asking for an apology, a sorry or really anything
essentially an understanding that it went both ways
it takes two to make a wrong and even if your morals weren’t there
i should’ve pulled the chair and left and said i’ve had it
now i’m strung, hung up on things i should’ve never seen
looking down upon things that i haven’t given a chance
stuck in a motion of you that left this jaded bruise
i feel used while you made excuse after excuse
i have no clues, no use, all you did was shoot while i sat confused