zebrasindenver

And so here we are, this is the point that we have been brought to, right now, we stand here face to face i can feel your warmth and you can smell the devil on my breath i am sure, i declare love, and you slap my face and i admit that i was wrong but not whole heartedly and the lie resonates in you and you hit me again.

The craziness that we deliver to each other and that the world sits watching and laughing, you need this trouble, you need to feed these demons of yours.

Six armed two headed beasts with no heart and teeth of razors, im building my own demons, big and bright and printed on paper from my own body, as i lay here covered in black.

This world might not be loud enough, but your screams are unsettling and give me no pleasure if you wont look me in the eyes, you hide under hot sheets and wake a ready monster, although softened, rounded and naked, what a beast, what a devil, what a siren.

Black eyed and dishevelled, i am the worst you say, and in truth i may be the greater monster, but as i seems to becoming apparent, a hardened beast with a heart somewhere, not on my sleeve but locked away, deep down covered in lies and pretty fabrics.

This world, in which we have been born is easy enough to live in,

if you have the right tools and are prepared to work quietly and speak softly.

But why?

The drum is here to be beaten, these words are here to be sung, and these feet that carry us that need to run and dance.

Let the music in, let it fill us and let us fill our cups to the brim and toast the music,

for the quiet life can bring no trouble, and the louder we scream the more trouble we invite,

but i say let it in, scream and let it all in and maybe, just maybe, trouble will bring its colleagues,

love, passion and pain,

then in this world we can live not alone but surrounded by the things that let us know that this is,

in fact,

our life.

Animosity and

conversations on confusion

betrayal of brothers

in this cold city.