Shallow Remarks

He flew through the air and settled in through a jet stream.
His feet picked himself up, he glided effortlessly.

She cut herself at the throat and pretended.
Her clothes told more lies than her expressions did.

He was part of the Murder City, desperate and ashamed.
His soul innocent yet torn, he walked with her.

She didn't seem to know anymore, chances fell and anxiety jumped.
Her mind was not made up, yet she acted.

He didn't want any part of it, yet there he was.
His thoughts swirled and he couldn't understand.

Where was his sanity? Though he knew what was happening.
His admittance was truthful yet empty.

Wild and fearless, the weapon of insanity.
Her innocence corrupted itself mentally.

Fell into the tracks of the past, he's settled.
Taking panic one step at a time, he wishes luck.

Secrets of no one, president of a culture.
His pockets full of bullets, he settles.

Ready for anything, let them out.
Her flow and sense drives them out of their mind.

Outcast or thrown in? Point blank.
Here lies a bankrupt comrade.

Up or down? It's only her choice after attack.
Pounce from behind and it's too late.

Bite the bullet for a fallen friend.
She crouches like the one waiting.

Now the time rolls around and I'm still in the same situation.
I realize and die at the same time.

Glimmer of hope for the one that let go, glasses to the sky.

Goodbye.