Two
The voices in my head stopped talking today on a Sunday just one day I could hear the people around me moan groan from the heat of the sun the cold sweaty run do the voices speak to you too? Did you hear the hurried urgent whispering did you look to the left to the left I ran right past you did I do wrong did you think that two wrongs make one right?
I was the recluse you my daily muse my nightly ruse my weekend excuse to abuse to breathe fire but it was I who choked when you smoked the weed the greed it was I who choked when you stoked the flames of your desire were you on fire. We promised to be partners in crime one single mind but in time we find the only crime we could mastermind was nothing usual nothing short of mutual hurt and mutual assured destruction. Did anyone stop to blink stare did anyone stop to think did anyone even care that two lives on one mission one mind in two timezones I was too early you too were late but we were always ahead of everyone else.
Did you aspire to be the father the son the lonely spirit did you retire that fantasy the lunacy that you might be happy did you lose the battle with sanity and destiny? How could anyone dream a life of an abandoned wife? Do you still boast toast post pictures of your life perfection did you make the most did you thank your host have you become a ghost of the mind you left behind?
Did you die and no one show it? Did you die and you not know it?
I was the recluse you my daily muse my nightly ruse my weekend excuse to abuse to breathe fire but it was I who choked when you smoked the weed the greed it was I who choked when you stoked the flames of your desire were you on fire. We promised to be partners in crime one single mind but in time we find the only crime we could mastermind was nothing usual nothing short of mutual hurt and mutual assured destruction. Did anyone stop to blink stare did anyone stop to think did anyone even care that two lives on one mission one mind in two timezones I was too early you too were late but we were always ahead of everyone else.
Did you aspire to be the father the son the lonely spirit did you retire that fantasy the lunacy that you might be happy did you lose the battle with sanity and destiny? How could anyone dream a life of an abandoned wife? Do you still boast toast post pictures of your life perfection did you make the most did you thank your host have you become a ghost of the mind you left behind?
Did you die and no one show it? Did you die and you not know it?