HazimHaemoglobin

Words can be blunt objects clubbing us to pieces, Catapults into a frenzy of grasping straws of reasons, But there's nothing concrete that isn't painted black, The naysayers have one foot ahead, they're listening at the cracks, Before the curtains close, Asymptotes will put on a show... We know we'll never reach it! But please oh please don't say it, Don't bring the barrage of bad lighting, Don't bring forth the rain, We'll just keep trying and trying, Until we lapse back into fate, Living with parents still clinging onto vestiges of support, Giving in to their parodies of your failed attempts at retorts, But there's no denying