Watching the waves towering, ominous, eternal
Before they’ve consumed us we made the bastard assumption they would quiet down
Large as the pickets that spell out my fury and disgust
Empty as the solace I sought in your hallucinating eyes…
Merge the apocalypse with the haven in your dreams
For every episode of anxiety explodes at my seams
I woke up with a beautiful idea, through the day it turned sour in the face of reality
Fantasies built up to be taken out back and executed by my cowardice
Every other day I wake up feeling the same, deprived of a feeling to relay
This time I told my world the plan, they can hold me accountable if I deviate
I grew a deviant in these days, I disgust myself
I have fallen ill,
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I mean it all, but I also mean none of it
The wires crossed and the trepidation in your voice is louder than ever
I hold a beautiful spot for you in my heart, my friend
For those long nights taught us how to fail and those coffees inspired tomorrow
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Preparation, fascination, atonement, and bitterness are facets of my state of mind.