Finding Out.
I find it closing in white, the noise turns silence into plain sight.
Just one last renegade for love.
I found it searching through air, high above a bridled legionnaire.
In the mist of the day we’ve been bristled at bay.
Force me to hide and I’ll find my own way.
The fog of a breath now riddles the air.
You sleep, now alone, in forgotten despair.
I would come running with nothing to gain.
But a pill that I swallow to numb all the pain.
Crippled you walk like a gluten for hurt.
You’ve come to your end, now one with the earth.
What’s in it for me?
But death and tranquility.
What’s in it for you?
My burial at sea.
