Never Thought We Would Be Here

never thought we would be here extension has never been a sharktoothed vacuum until now we wake up aged by the thorns of emotion the thorns only time we talk is when we are passionated about losing our voices band-aids on my larynx ice packs on my temple nowhere is the new somewhere my hand on your heart is now acidic to you i sit on this porch swing now thinking about the point where it all went awry the center of the pinpoint cannot ever be clearly seen all we know is that one day we will intentionally attempt to forget lying to ourselves, we become susceptible to internal thoughts unexpected and unforeseen in the center of our individual plans then one night it all comes crashing down, and we become insane due to the unmerciful clutches of the many facets of monotony that dream as an offspring of propaganda becomes the sole thread of which we cling to we die in each other's arms tonight, and then we simply walk away....never looking back....but yearning for new visual prescriptions....of perfection....