No one knows, you wont say so
I'm left guessing that the torment grows. Into fists that swing at the air, and at themselves. Forgetting should never be your goal, shadow Boxing hatred in his anguish, and at himself. I find closure within song sung With honest lungs with broken mouths Slowly swinging in a clock-wise direction, While I'm taking swings at apparitions. Songs sung in retrospect to mirror and Reflect what you gave, sing with Watering eyes and burning gut, a song That comes with closure, its never over But its ending all the time