The Mark

I bear it.


Beyond Fixing

The world is becoming more broken as each day passes.

People champion the need for equality, even when it’s never really equal.

Everyone wants to be considered unique and yet no one wants to take individual responsibility.

I’ve had enough of this life because it’s just so backwards now.

Who’s there?

Who is this familiar face that keep appearing as I sleep
I know them and yet I’m certain we’ve never actually met

So much that there is no ominous feeling
There is nothing, just a sense of knowing in place of where emotion should be

It’s like I’ve simply forgotten
There is one consistent though, every time

Their eyes

It’s their eyes
Who’s are they though, why can’t I remember?