It will save you.


You can’t touch it, nor can you feel.

It’s there to be felt,

but you are too weak.

You can allow it to fill you,

but too strong you are.

Your longing is weak,

for your miseries are too deep.

You cry is loud,

but no one can hear you shout.

Hard as powder is,

careful as a rat for cheese,

you fall into the trap of,

the pleasantly evil the big world us.

Love is your last hope,

your only way out, allow it to tell you,

there’s still time before,

before it all blacks out.




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