Switchblade Duality



Our hearts are beating

Like clocks unwinding

Our minds are dulling

Like blades too often used

The constant commotion of emotion

Leaves us spinning

There is life and death in our words

As we stand upon the precipice of reality

The pain of existence

Making us run

The pain of existence making us stay

We cry out in joy

We cry out in agony

And sometimes staring at the ceiling

We wonder what the point of it all is

Is there truly nobility

Or just a grasping for attention

Is there truly independence

Or just illusion

Is there peace?

Is there chaos?

But one thing I know

Is that we are human

Flawed and aching

We are human

Beautiful and ephemeral




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