as if

We have all felt it
The hopelessness and despair
We have all fed it
With questions of why
There is a secret desire
Fueled by reasons
of doubt
To prolong the pain of life
The dark satisfaction of
Our own misery
When you can smell the end,
between drips of watery salt,
Sickend with fear,
We know just how easy it would be
When the questions stop
The answers come
A deep breath of Life
Calms the infatuation
As if..
Noone knew

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blind is love
dark is light
lost is found
trash is treasure