Unconscious Alliance

 UNCONSCIOUS ALLIANCE

                                         A mixture of black and white: the birth and death of any day.

                                         Where in their hearts, whose names are written in abbreviation;

                                         Short was the alleviation of it; surrounded by barbed wire,

                                        Closed in cross-wires at a restless night shift: will your heart dance 

                                        Or are these just immortal thoughts? Buried in lament, buried.

                                        Underneath tomorrow's world today; taken by a brief note in

                                       clockwork, the hands of time as a pulse beat: reminds,

                                       We never bite our tongue when running with scissors while leaving;

                                       skipping stones and kicking rocks; behind.

                                       Now that everything's upside down.

                                       It all seems to make sense:

                                       Saying that the heartache made you so fucking unforgiving.

                                       With moments wasted; hoping for what never happens.

                                      At least in the fifth degree Celsius:

                                      Even when it came wrapped up tight, and served up in stain sheets.

                                       Silk delight: within these; lockdown, count down below;

                                       what may come to be, there's no stopping the sea.