Aftermath
So surreal is this history
So surreal is this stain
fallen on a plain white sheet
spreading out to enormous sizes
as if it were our immortal remains.
You claimed to know me
I claimed to do the same
were it not for my aimlessness,
weariness, foolish pride and such,
we wouldn’t be going through this pain.
Shit! Hell came crashing now…
I didn’t even catch your name.
Your smokey eyes staring,
your dead ideals caring,
are still with me to this day.
With too few stares to what I love
emphasis on what I hate
I claimed the drought
to be fatal this time
though it took some time to state.
