Cables

On a day cancelled by apathy

my eyes hung from the balcony

lash anchors that flow like cables

into the cement and down beneath

i’m the same

i just miss my soul a bit

when unobtainable things

seemed worth catching

you’ll soon forget the deviant intent

They know us by our fingerprints

Under continents and seas

My lash anchors flow as cables

In pursuit of anything

our deceit is an ambition

an appetite looking for a glutton

You'll soon forget the deviant intent

But we don’t need it anymore

I don’t think about it either

What's the last thing you regret?

What's the last thing you meant even?