Synthetic emotions,
Blurred lines and motions,
Struggling to stay still,
Yet still you away
His name was our downfall
He drifts by without call
Walking the wire,
Walking the wire.
Broken pieces,
Jigsaw to dust,
Struggling to handle,
But I grip on to you
His name was the last straw,
He cut through more and more,
Walking the wire,
Walking the wire...
YOU ARE READING
Should I make a poetry anthology?
PoetryYes or no? This is also technically a poem. Enjoy.
