1,2. 3
1,2. 3,4. 5
1,2. 3,4. 5,6. 7
Skyline sight soaring seven
As though they’re endless and belong to heaven
Unlucky for one?
Pairing come undone?
Or perhaps it was never meant to be
Unlike you, but a lot like me?
Odd number, I’ll never add up to a pair
I’m better at subtraction, so I dare
You to shoot me from the sky
The existence of necessary solitude deny
Daisy chain incomplete
World that’s weird and not so neat
Wildish, forlorn and all alone
Cast aside so nowhere’s home
And I see you shed a tear
At my wretched writhing sight so near
Off balance, I’ll never equilibrate
But the scales of your sight only complicate
So go on I dare you, burn me to dust
Beauty and Truth were a fairytale never to trust