the broken thin glass under their weigh
in which beneath we may drop
in which beneath we may love
other drown out whishes we hurt to hide
in which we still believe to drown
in which we still build to swallow
the long dirty ends crave their own way into
lifeless lovers dancing along to their corpses
until one has never felt so alive
but one's never felt so used up
take a hand, numb a wish, enjoy the pain
as the glass turns into nothing but disdain
hold to their promises
just hold to your vain
nothing is felt so no souvenir is taken
just another trace left to be untraced.
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