Crisis is calm Against the mob of one Cassandra facing the truth While the world’s conveniently turned
Crisis is calm Against the mob of one Cassandra facing the truth While the world’s conveniently turned
She said her weather’s bipolar
I invited her to my home
Visited by full on
Tropical Depression
As a constructAs your mind fills in the gapsBetween what makes senseOr which of our replicable actions Are acceptable as consistentNone of which is correctAn argument lacking depthThoughts as intenseAs they are denseDying soon after […]
Your lips are soft and sweetYour skin is smooth and pristineYou want to be held tightIt’s temptingBut it’s the wine talking I live by my rulesI max my opportunitiesBut never abuse
The possibility When chaos as undertow Against all the convenience That this serene, smooth surface seems And about to break
Fate drew a perfect circle
For what it’s worth
She knew there’s not enough patience
To endure another one of these…
The difference, no matter how subtle
A speck of a tiny particle
Can cause blindness, can cause pain…
If a simulation of me was ever needed
Please base it on this blue print…