Catch the Drift
Steal a bit of me.
Because I'm handing out precious treasures
In return for love.
Don't believe,
Just carry on
Through the pain
The confusion,
And the rain that burns in your eyes.
I get lonelier
And emptier,
I think.
But emptier still.
There's no magic eraser
To wipe out my unknown existence
And the scars.
And the screams,
There's no magic eraser.
Drift like a corpse
In the sea that's the world
Pale,
Lifeless
Heartless.
Till you sink to the bottom
Or get devoured by the monsters
Flesh-hungry monsters.
There's no magic wind
Coming to take you to the sky
Where those angels look down and smirk.
So carry on.
Move on.
Till you get your strength.
Recover.
Hold on to this.
There's beauty the in abyss too,
Barren as it is.
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