The Crevice of a Carcass
Completely lost in torrents of confusion.
At the mercy of changing tides imperfection,
The mind hurts more than people do,
When loneliness and fear overwhelm you;
And God knows that human reel in them,
The two sides of a high banner,
Floating right above your head.
Empty you wish it could be,
That crevice of a carcass that won't let you see,
That perhaps through the midst, over there
Lies a spot of sun light, with warmth and clean air.
At the mercy of changing tides imperfection,
The mind hurts more than people do,
When loneliness and fear overwhelm you;
And God knows that human reel in them,
The two sides of a high banner,
Floating right above your head.
Empty you wish it could be,
That crevice of a carcass that won't let you see,
That perhaps through the midst, over there
Lies a spot of sun light, with warmth and clean air.