A Soft Savage

Tick Tock Tick Tock

We are inches away

Tick tock tick tock

Breathe in, don't panic

Tick tock tick tock

The wait, the thrill; takes your breathe away

Just before you dig in, waiting like served picnic

Those tiny muscle twitches

Take a step closer - you will feel no glitches

That breathe on your face quickens your heart pace

Suddenly lips feel so dry,

The look in her eyes, "I don't mean to pry"

You lean in…

Pause!

That moment - its here, isn't it?

Just an inch away but still so far away

A glance is not enough, you don't seem so tough

All you see is buff - that feeling, its off the cuff

The first touch is watching your favourite superhero in his prime

Primetime Primetime!

Your nerves get the message

Primetime Primetime!

Its time for art

Brush stroke... Brush stroke...

Strawberry - Yoghurt - Chocolate - Ice

Taste the paint of age

Its vintage in the present, a soft savage.

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1:47 PM

I will break this down in plain words

Words to deep thinkers, this is why pain hurts

Hurts like madness you can witness in a verse

Verse One hasn't even begun but it feels cursed

Cursed is the wind, Cursed like the number 13

13 times you will read this but 15 times lost

Lost like the ending of "Lost"

Lost for words in a world full of non-existent opportunities

"Opportunities come but once"

"Once" was 20times ago

"Ago make am", the lies we tell ourselves every night

"Night time" is every time for dying dreamers

Dreamers die at 25… Think about it

Its sick!

Sick-ening desires to be great

Great minds poisoned by the cage of reality

Reality fashioned for madness

Madness is the epitome of this poem written by a mad man

Man claims sanity

Sanity is birthed from insanity

Insanity is the price for greatness

Greatness is a fallacy molded for shallow thinkers to think

Think and unknow - everything is a lie
Lie down and soak it in...
Indeed I am lost, ain't I?