For The Flames Beneath Your Bridge Envy: The Rottenness Of The Bones
the beautiful gem that leads us nowhere
The focus is on another
as we watch ourselves die, as we drowned ourselves down
Our spirit is diminished as this poison infects us
This fantasy is out of reach, because it doesn't exist
it doesn't live and breathe
I caress the remnants of the illusion and put it to the rest the dream is gone.
"A sound heart is the life of the flesh, but envy: the rottenness of the bones"
until it is found within my body and my mind
(as we watch ourselves die, as we drowned ourselves inside)
