Emotionless

Let’s pledge ostentatious lyrics to the empty street to feel no pang anymore. Attest to no contest in moments where it takes two to tango Then we’ll be nicknamed “Men in Grey Suits.” Let he who is hungry —at all costs—speak up or slump: train, eat, and learn Play with the maths now, and lettered history on the sand, on the street side Play with the masses just to stay observer Move inside while it rains. In seasons when nature overgrows, clear trees, clear shrubs, burn rituals with red grass Be on the empty street—as cat, as king— with no strings attached. Heart to return to stone yet still alive Strength to love no longer exists Flee the street or grow crowded feelings No one should put a pin in you Freedom at last— emotions finally bled dry.