Damages

I wish we could escape

The damage we create

But we walk a fine line

Between love and hate

Cleaning up our mess

On tightropes of doubt

Planting seeds of hope

Just to tear them out

This sickness is terminal

Our prognosis is bleak 

All these words should hurt

But I don't feel a thing

We wasted our time

On this one way street

Now there's only emptiness

And signs of self defeat

Reviews

[Rye]

I wish we could escape out own doubts, This is so very good.
Love the emotions behind it.