Feb 06, 2011 13:58
what's the point?
you don't even know my name.
there's a silence between the images in our minds,
and the words that come out of your mouth slowly distorts my mind.
tiny glimpses: oozing light,
they shed and smash the most intimidating and dense body armour.
it all falls and clatters around the ground like a million mirrors, to cut feet and penetrate slippers.
we're really strangers, we don't know what we're both trully saying. for behind the lines and always behind the lines, someone is lying there watching the eyes.
we're floating in a vacuum, thinking we're flying, though we really can't seem to touch the ground.
really and maybe,
though see it and hear it.
if i knew, and you knew, and we said. though all of that's in a fading darkness of a sunset that we couldve sat through. vague: everyone dies in the end.