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Air has no Residence, no Neighbor,
No Ear, no Door,
No Apprehension of Another
Oh, Happy Air!

Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast’s Pillow—
Essential Host, in Life’s faint, wailing Inn,
Later than Light thy Consciousness accost me
Till it depart, persuading Mine—

There will come a point in your life
When you will realize that:

The thing that you fought for,
The thing that you held so close for years and years,
The one thing that had kept you alive and breathing,
The only thing that had you sane,
The only  reason you thought you had that made you exist

Can be taken away from you by choice or by fate
In a blink of an eye

Without any warning of any kind
Without a second chance

To make you realize that you are human.

*You are human and you are loved.

Anya sings words I would
rather she have not spoken
and decimates what little remained
between us all.

He looks to me and I
pointblank-sawnoffshotgun refuse
to meet sight of sapphire sky eyes
now too singing along
to her song.

My mother always said
you were two sides of the same paper
and you will both slice me the same.

But scissors always win;
laceration's chorus croons to all.

Origami smiles
so carefully cultivated as
I kindle our final swansong,
a celebration in flames -

simultaneous ignition of
friends to lovers
and that irrevocable rendering; razing
lovers to ash.

That blade took its time as it tried to saw through me
But those words had no problem slicing deep
I could have cried when the scarlet poured down my arm
But I waited till the world was fast asleep

I guess you didn't notice anything alarming
Or you ignored what you didn't want to see
I locked my demons with my secrets and I hid them well
Even though I wanted you to find the key

God who's gonna cry for me
Feel the pain, hurt inside with me
When I'm alone and the hurt is too heavy to hold
God who's gonna cry for me
God who's gonna pray for me
Shine a light, bring some hope to me
If no one dared pray for Satan as he fell from the Lord
Then God who's gonna pray for me