Weaver of Mysteries. Almost Insane.
I'll come back to you againbut let me go, for now.There's a journey I need to makeAn experience I am yet to feel.
I'll come back to you againa changed person, maybe.A better version of myselfA bit closer to perfection, maybe.
Mother, I failed you again.Tempted by scienceDrugged with pragmatismI watched reality bargain.
The clouds of loom have passedAnd the doom is here.Acid rains pour and Innocence doesn’t seem to last.
A broken tape recorder lies at my foot. It holds a mix tape you once made. I remember the fight we had and I remember how hard I had kicked it. I broke it; in an attempt to break everything that I shared with you. You see I was overwhelmed with anger. The tape broke us. I haven’t moved it…