A battered and broken person with a frayed and fragile soul Their simulated feelings are a fable full of holes
Their dreams a vain illusion
of a life that cannot be
Their faith beyond redemption
that person they are me
Beyond what lies tomorrow
today remains the same
What lives beneath the shadows
is what we cannot name
A near and distant future
We strive to never meet
Our death a faded echo
of what we cannot beat
If all we are is atoms
and ignorance is bliss
we all believe in nothing
and heaven is a myth
What lies we tell believe them
for that is all we are
Us broken and battered people
with barely beating hearts
A life is what we make it
Forever is a lie
Tomorrow is beyond us
No matter how we try
The person isn't broken
but battered to the core
They stubbornly keep on living
though life is such a chore
We cannot bleed forever
Our wounds must always heal
Our worlds exist together
As long as life is real
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