The Demise of Pangaea -Part 2-

You don’t know how parted we are Uncharted we are The piano keys sooth the turbulent sea and music melts the burning icebergs Pride sinking a ship…giving into nature Hands severed and torn, pressing lightly on the stained ivory The creatures are mourning for the death of loved ones While men in white laugh, masked by the ghosts of their own insanity Stained with foreign blood People speak out against it while many others follow me to the grave Like the single stone in the chalk piece scrapes against the black board We feel the pain with our empathetic minds without having to hear the chalky cries Subconscious we are transformed…informed Knowing that once parted, no earthquake can make us whole again We couldn’t visit her today…he was forced to go The mercy found in these crevices is buried in the snow I hate it when I can’t find words to describe the way I feel I would like to tell him how I feel…but the air Is too thick here… And the sea parts us…blue eyes are merely brown… The grass is greener there We’re all the same…we fear…we cry The web still weaves us together but dew tears stick to the strands And flies that we feed on destroy the unity of the intricate network Reassuring words mend temporarily…but you leave again Hairs grow gray and the black stickiness is fresh once more Light pours in canyons of crayons…the flower is a scam The smell of childhood lighting up our lives with the little fuel we have Jealously thrives through…and they won’t stop touching them Some look into the mirror and cry everyday… Bruises turn to gold and they sell artifacts already sold The buzzing vibration of my phone is ignored tonight… I’m on my last bar… I’m dying…I really am Dying to know WHY. Dying to give life Parting the lands to flood obscurity… Pangaea, what can make you whole again?