Why is it sometimes I can’t breathe?
This pain is killing me.
Watching the world die,
Swindled by lies while we smile and comply.
Tell me—how far is death?
It’s been near…
Yet I still haven’t felt it yet.
I stopped believing.
I stopped myself from dreaming.
I might’ve just reached it—
The land of the unbelieving.
Take whatever is left.
All my lovers took
Everything that was good.
Whisper my name when I’m gone.
Remember me for the righteous one—
The one who only wanted it all…
to be done.
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