Basic Tiny Fragments

I remember a happy moment,

With the paint covered clouds above.

You were there,

Just as meaningless as me and you.

We are basic in disguise

We are stuck in these moments of time

Will we let go

And let the past pass us goodbye again?

Our lives are fearful from sin

Fooled in believing that there is wrong

But what is wrong,

And what is rightfully our sins?

Words are meaningless and trite

Parallel to our attractiveless lives...

-we are little fragments,

Tiny fragments, just floating in the air...

We are simple, simple creatures

I remember my most zen moment,

It was when you found me dead.

Next to you i laid.