Maybe you’re right, maybe you’re wrong
But as many years as I’ve lived
I’ve learned salvation and sin
And the sweetness of both.
This crystal that keeps me around
How it magnifies and divides light
It can’t beat the sweet darkness
I don’t talk about you.
You’re the tree where my serpent lives.
That sweet sin you bear
Both of me love you…
That part that walks above your green
Green grass, and loves it.
That part that craves the serenity of soil
the bliss of nothingness
So you forsook the city intentionally
While I’m a refugee in its silence
The fish and the bird
Hold each other at night
The dawn breaks our embrace
Lost in our separate ways
Stronger together, but still
We’ll wash away…