Patagonia

Patagonia

We awakened with dead hearts and confused souls.
I didn't know where we landed our trusts, no truths.
We broke down amends on sundays.
There is something wrong with our forgiveness.
It's planted somewhere in the Tropics.
Hidden in the core of the so called world.
In the volcanoes, demons wait to hear our sound
Aliens try to control our minds and try to defeat the universe.

Well, we awoke in the night with broken knees and tongueless.
I can only hear marooned breaths and when I close my eyes, I see abstract visions.

We held chromed knives in our hands with vile thoughts.
We had killer mindsets, and our chests were pulsing with anxiety.
We never knew blood could run so quickly
Ran through the rain forests of purity.

We never knew days were as thick as oil and bitter as salt.
We were family like cults.
So tied together, we didn't know if the notion of the waves would collide so deadly.
You can hear vultures in caves..
They were signs of goodbye sessions and broken confessions coming from cracked teeth.

We knew we weren't coming home.
Our feet were as bloody as ruby slippers and the cuts were as deep as a poets sin.
We knew we weren't coming home.
Our tears were collected by fears in the depths of Patagonia.
We don't know where we're headed.
We are never coming home.