I've only known your hammer
Never your heart
As we've grown, I've known your knife
I bleed, I survive
The scales even
I now own a hammer and a knife
Thank you <3
-DW
"Today, a young man on acid realised that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves... here's Tom with the weather." - Bill Hicks
I've only known your hammer
Never your heart
As we've grown, I've known your knife
I bleed, I survive
The scales even
I now own a hammer and a knife
Thank you <3
-DW
If I saw you
From the perch of my branch
The rest of the world
Would stop and look too
Pretty cute from where I'm sitting here
Wouldn't you say?
Wouldn't you say?
Wouldn't you say?
If I still had
The heart I buried years ago
Would I find my armour too?
VLA
What's to happen tomorrow?
What led me here?
I can't have imagined any of this.
Am I imagining this?
I'm constantly chased by the end of a sentence.
And the pen in his hand, drags against tired paper.
How am I to finish this chapter?
Do I honestly want to finish it?
Or have my four walls finally had enough?
But I see space sometimes. A clear horizon that stretches through any wall I have imagined.
I am moving towards it. My eyes shut as I pass through walls with much ease.
I see mirrors.
I break into a run.
I imagine obstacles.
I dismiss them.
I create walls.
Fucking walls.
I'm angry.
I tear through.
I see light beyond light.
My eyes feel like I'm on fire.
I'm spinning furiously.
You're momentarily concerned.
"Hello?"
"Hm? Oh, sorry. Lost in thought"
We continue.
I am shaken.
I am still.
D.W