I’m standing by the edge
Of never played symphonies
Unspoken glory
Imprisoned by a litany
Of greedy self-indulgence
A story-book of you and me
A welcome mat drenched in blood
And muddy co-dependence
Live and let go has been a life-long mission
My division is an angry, tattooed vulture
Sent to devour my good intentions
A nation of self-proclaimed saviors
who suck tiny nipples of nonsense
to manifest incurable, cancerous sores
As I try to make sense
Little pieces of me
are drifting from reality
I cannot bear to
watch your descent
Instead I choose
to close my eyes
while diving in
To forgive
Is not
to forget
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