distant son

time passed, even though it doesn't really exist,

and amid the mist, i saw a fist emerge

and slowly submerge in a pool deep with love.

the sky above is a sky that we both share.

the flame from the sun is as distant as our son

and as lonesome as an overpriced fig.

no need to spend a lifetime living;

die with her by your side and hide the withering pain like the cuts in the rain. -

no need to further explain.