Paggrive Assession

This is probably about you.

grazing,
like wild beasts,
in the pastures of passive aggression.
chewing on the wheat of contempt.
forever sucking from the teat of ignorance
until we're blinded so,
so blind,

and I brought you a flower once;
a rose,
white;
right up to your door.
grazing.

under heavy eyes I offered you,
your smile,
for a kiss,

before I stole from you.
passive.

and I stole from you.
aggression.

I remember a knight,
and the whiskey that you drank.
and I,
with crystals in my teeth,
challenged him.
I called on the Son,
till the knight was mourning,

and the windows
cracked in the light.

I asked you,
when dealing with lingual contortionism,
are we to be impressed by
depth, or height?
and you said
why is the truth better
tasted, than savoured?
ignorance.

.

decieved,
a tamed beast,
somehow I knew I had to leave you then.
I was hoping more than knowing.
so foolishly convinced that this should be the end,
that you were blinded so,
so blind,

I wept to myself soundlessly,
sorrow,
white,
slowly we unravelled.
all ways.

through heavy eyes I ran from you,
a mile,
in my skin,

before the streets were stained.
aggressive.

and the skies were silent.
passive.

Over several years went by,
till we stood on the same shore.
and you,
with chains in your teeth,
challenged me:
now the Son has fallen!
and left us with the knight;

see how our shadows
die with the light?

I asked you,
is this how you want to live out your life?
it's time to decide to walk
blind, or see!
and you said
but isn't it nicer
safe, in the pasture?

grazing.