We used to live in our young artistry
You cared but perhaps never loved
The illusion that dared to drown us
from the very barge that tamed us together.
I was a escapist, without strong convictions
life took me in your charms
I fell victim to slow summer days
Now paused by the very seed I was grown from.
Without a sanctuary of deep family ties
I am a crying monster,
Fighting cruelty of other beating spirits
only to lose and be buried inside my heart.