Most days

i get it
you know
no words to share,
hairline fracture
surely we were taught
ought to be our thinking
drinking now but follow me
clearly, for these letters can't see
believe

what do you believe?

Once upon a time they grew distinctly,
and together they did come
no words needed
two mutes of different worlds
together in the dark
blind perfection

Some say he's deep,
others say he's an asshole,
a mask for all occasions
but he turns into a ghoul
a dying fool
and forgotten along the way
but he was never here to leave a mark
and if he did he failed