Now I’m becoming the friend I would have wanted
and even more so the friend I needed.
The kind of person who has the perspective I lacked.
Especially when I was off they would know
and they would help me understand it.
Even if I wouldn’t have asked for the help I needed…anyway.
I wonder who began this
tangled mess, was it some
game of mazes or an
intertwining of jests
Evergreen colours Burning from these dying lights All the ashes from our minds
Distorted sense of reality As harmony emerges from chaotic lace
Distorted reality of sense As chaos emerges from betwixt order’s legs
What a fool I am To think that I have changed The thought is very simple Yes I have changed in one way Realising something new of the same
As wounds bleed
A cleansing crimson
Marking to blot
Out the razor’s slip
Of the tongue
Drawing its elements
Heals the untimely attempt
For even the body isn’t
Read to commit
And preserved to
Later fade the bloodstream
The marble formless
To be better carved
All the more