Icarus

You were standing right in front of meA vision of disturbing familiarityI alone was anointed with this prophecyTo be enlightened, recalling ex livesPast existences are small hints of lightTwinges of deep longing, gone before graspingFormer living things, vacancy paints our facesDead lights dimming, collecting more empty pagesAll good drugs are used before they're rememberedLeaving behind … Continue reading Icarus