We ache and we bleed
We hope and we plead
That the pain would halt
Would rest
For a second, bliss
Overwhelms your soul
And perfection appears.
But what is perfection?
We know not of such a thing.
It is only bittersweetness
The yearning for an escape.
But the exit
Is far away
So far away.
We are stranded,
Adrift.
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 7:58 AM UTC
We ache and we bleed
We hope and we plead
That the pain would halt
Would rest
For a second, bliss
Overwhelms your soul
And perfection appears.
But what is perfection?
We know not of such a thing.
It is only bittersweetness
The yearning for an escape.
But the exit
Is far away
So far away.
We are stranded,
Adrift.
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