Hallucinate in these lives, the cat lives to stray and we live to survive. The superstitions bounded by grief, notions of a third world order. How reverend is the higher state of mind, where the selfish bones lie it withers and deters.
“What kind of world do we live in, where love is divided by hate?” – No honor in love, no honor in enmity. Every glance at the back is a silent whisper of betrayal. How do we survive this, cautious on our own till the world falls apart.
We never dread heartache, we welcome it. We wish to perish in the fires of mutiny. We love to see the world burn. It breeds from the feeble to a tyrant in the heart. You smirk on fights, gives one a rush.
Nothing breathes while the other survives.
Sink & Float 