The Spine

Every day flows As alive oil which
Soupy and grim It approaches and observes
But doesn't talk Doesn't answer back
Doesn't act And doesn't understand
Every day rain And the water so cold
Makes me feel Far away from my ego
Tedium grows in me As seasons dessapear
With no tears in my eyes Neither can i suffer ?
Pierced in my heart There is a painful spine
This is the last act Of my inner tragedy
Every day rain And the water so cold
Makes me feel Far away from my ego
Tedium grows in me As season dessapear
With no tears in my eyes Neither can i suffer ?
Pierced in my heart There is a painful spine
this is the last act Of my inner tragedy