lovers that never intended to hurt

at these days where i am
wandering endlessly
through the bushes of
my own imagination

cutting through branches
that kept me up and
running in this
worldly creation

it all seems to fall
apart with every
step i decide to go

but standing still
makes the bushes
kill me while they grow

It feels so wrong
and so unfair
all that darkness
clouding the air

of souls that deserve
all the light in the world
and lovers that never
intended to hurt


we all try to
dance in the rain
but what if the mud
is all that will remain

when we are
too weak to restrain
the merciless powers
of this drowning terrain

filled with fears and insecurities
pulling us down
and you know the worst part
of this evil town?

is that it's all inside of us
we're fighting against ourselves
but there's no way of stopping
our hearts fall of the shelves

or maybe there is a way
deeply hidden in the mud
and figuring it out
means drowning in the flood

we're just walking in circles
illusive about a way out
and it still keeps me wondering
is that all that life's about??