Tablet Forms

Tablet forms

When it's you and me

Against the world

I feel lonely for the world

Two against one

You follow me 

To the crypt

My equipment 

On the altar of worship

I know I've gone wrong

But not sure how

I miss friends 

Lost in the struggle

Ambitions, normalcy,

Self-esteem, disappointment 

I've no idea what kills them off

As the grinding sound in the distance

Is masked by the highway's

Ocean sounds