The Entangled

We're not the same
Supplanted in two bodies
That causality
Would shed in fleeting seconds

Knotting up in me
Are phantoms all we are?
Entangled intuition
Is something I have lost

We're not the same
Streaking spectres
On the run
From a meaningless
Ending

Parse my mind
Before we're pulled inside
Within our blackest folds
There's no restraint left on the words untold

Knotting up in me
Are phantoms all we are?
Entangled intuition
Is something I have lost

I'll preserve you
Before
I leave this space

I will always feel your pain
It's white within the dark frays of my strands

It's knotting up in me
In Blackfolds under a
Blanked out ill delusion
You're something I have lost