Clean

I look at you
then at me aiming towards me
The mirror isn't real
The pain is just holding on, still, here
practicing anger.
Anger is jealous
Love is lost
Reason is gone (long to not for good)
A lit bit of conscious remains.
Guilt is all over the place
covered in smoke and screaming.
Take me now
fly me to the moon
cuz i don't need air anymore.
No more questions
let the answers come along...
eventually they will,
and embrace you.
Death is time
Eternity isn't.
In a time line where do you put yourself?
Are you really there?
Because I can't feel you
or at least hear you.
JUST COME CLEAN TO ME

(Brother: I love you so! But she, and everyone around you, including yourself won. Congrats)



.:. Namarie .:.