Flowers
Odd, the limitations of individuality For it owed us a lot more than it gave Awed, I was by the saturation of formalities In this day and age Forebode, I have of my own parity To the things that I have criticized most Operating so deeply within the grey Black and white do not exist A darkness without and a light within Afflicted by the piety And pity, for those youth are impressionable till the end And I am one of them Modernity personified Within me lives the modern age, supreme But the old soul within lives forever just to defy And pretend it belongs to a part that itself, it can't gleam In the darkness, they meet and talk Lay their heads on each other's shoulders Cold and tired, through each other they find the energy To lie perfectly still and slowly smolder For I am incomplete without either piece of me And in the contempt and anger that I've perceived And allowed to grow, fester and grab hold Faster and faster, it was foretold That I'd never escape my misery But l...