Miasma

And here I was thinking that once I pulled myself out of the storm

All the rain would be gone

And I put so much of my faith in these pills, in the quick fix

To atone for the things I have done

That I forgot they couldn't mend you

I’m not broken anymore

But still you remain in the storm without me

But I won’t go back out there

I won’t follow you down

Because if I do I know I’ll never find my way home again

And I can see the empty stare in your eyes

There is no passion behind anything you say

Your embrace is out of obligation and guilt

And I wonder how much longer I can live this way

I rise above the clouds

While you sink lower into something I understand all too well

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