Love was not your redemption
It was our damnation
But her failure leads
To new invention
I scream of time
I scream of change
When will you take of
This mask of clay
I can feel the entropy becoming
Yet another identity
In all of its fake sincerity
Do you define as a human-like entity
The relentless of the
Vulgar silence is so
Vile to your self-realization
And your gesture memorisation
Will only lead to devastation
Of bonds yet untied
I scream of time
I scream of change
When will you take off
This mask of clay
When will you stop
To rearrange the perspectives
With no order or endings
She left us with no future to tell you
Why
Why
Why
Why do I care
This is not living
This is dying for the same beginning
Oxymoronic nurture of our tounges
Contradics pure future
They call you sad
They call you sick
I just think you are mad
Creates masks out of shells
Apathetic pathetic excuse
For a living creature
I wish she had taken you with her
So I could sleep unformed
Even me my friend
You know I am just another
Face tired and trodden
Reality you bend
We talked before and will again
This house she used to sleep in
Now filled with many of the same
Men all equally horrible
Suffering is not an another Perspective and is not
An answer or an explanation
But mere justification
For today I resign
Until you mould me again to see if we can find a substantial means to the end you will wear this mask of clay
