CLOSURE!

Why? The question we ask always. But, do we ever get the answer?

Maybe that’s why binging on a story became the weapon against the dark necromancer

The starts to things that are amazing, deceive
me with a suicide at the end that I never see coming

how did a passionate kiss in the morning became dead silent by the evening?

so short, so ephemeral and so amazing. the memories rush back to me

But were they real? More questions and still no resolution comes to me

People say, don’t be a pussy grow up and move the fuck on

But when a fragrance in the air brings flashes, the questions follow on

‘What the fuck did I do wrong? Why does this keep happening?’

I wanna scream and I do at a mirror which fuels my stomach in twisting.

I do not know, probably I will never

Yeah I maybe a pussy for needing some closure

Moving on is easy, it’s only an addiction away

little did I realize, addictions bring darkness with a sway

I don’t need to be closer again I just need some conclusion

Or maybe I can just be a tiny bee in a starry night, looking up in confusion