Pull apart for fun
A ghostlike image of someone Nobody seems to know Reflections of a hidden gun Waiting patiently To pull apart for fun. A whirlwind fighter Who opens wounds In the fabric of reality Not afraid of you, outsider, I’m over here Despite all your brutality. Moving reflection Robbed of alll the memories Coming across With no sense of direction No choice But to treat us all as accessories. There’s a place for you here, too, Under the pitch black sun Intoxicating smoke Towards the sun is blown Waiting patiently To pull apart for fun.