Still untitled.

Still Untitled

Who is me? Who is he?
(Not so important)
But,
What does he want exactly?
I wish I had known.
Tough it is, to know one
and
then
know the other one.
For creation, for all the misdeeds,
I wish there was
someone to
blame.
But he was so ridden of
the ways and the traditions of
the Creator,
that there was no one to blame but himself.
(Enough of this nonsense)
-
Eve keeps asking me tirelessly;
"What does he want exactly?"
As if I know anything.
Me,
Barely even know myself,
Rarely even know what my words mean.
I would have liked it,
If it was about me rather than him,
all the time.
I know how it is to build your own prison,
while planning an escape,
at the same time.
What do I want exactly?
When will I know?
Who should I blame?
Why be a burden on my prison guard?
(After all, 'him and me' sees nothing but an attempt to explain ourselves failing miserably, yet again.)

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Appearences.

Now nearing the edge,
I know I have to stop,
Stop this buzz in my head
Once and for good.
Oh if I could.
Those tidal waves I see,
Nearing the edge,
Seeing myself drownin' one day,
In those tidal waves I see.
This buzz is killing me inside,
A bee hive, inside my mind;
But not in my heart.
A hundred of them are buzzing
But, I, my mind became too numb to react
To hundreds of them at the same heartbeat.

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