drrieux

Your eyes tell the story
A vast ocean of sadness
beneath the contraband
of dilapidated turning point
of mutual affection
and sacrificial sentiment
This frequency of abscess
bleeding like the tears
of a senseless wayward defense
Are you running from the ending
or is it just the beginning
This tempest has tossed your
tiny ship weighted with the woes
of a thousand cerebellum cysts
Does it make more sense to
dash away in the quickening of
violent collapse crashing down
all around you
seething under the framework
of denial and repressed emotional
temporary bliss
You're running away
and the shadow is following
there's the end of the road
and the edge is disintegrating