bAdoration in Animosity/b

It is the weight

At the back of your mind

Waiting for that moment

The absolute perfect moment

And then they’re there,

The source of that weight

It ignites, all consuming

Burning and spreading

Days go by

The weight lessens

Lets up, releases

Moments become less perfect

And then they’re there

It returns and awakens

Scratching and scorching

Tearing and clawing

It’s that weight

At the back of your mind

Never releasing, anchored

No such thing as a perfect moment

Nor an imperfect

They’re all the same…