80% Catholic country wins again…
Just 6 more semesters, I just have to dissociate again, just 3 and a half more years, just gotta close my eyes and it’ll be over before I know it
There’s nothing to live for, so why can’t I just dissociate like before again. Why does she refuse to go to sleep. Why insist on hope, on waking up, on holding against an inevitable, Of making herself smell the flowers and admire the sunrays.
There is no place for us here. Please, give up, me. The sun has set so long ago, and the dawn won’t break again, please.
The dusk is done, and the moon is up, please, close your eyes. There is no home for us. I’m sorry.
There is no haven, no hell, nor a purgatory.
Nature abhors a miscreant such as ‘us’.
There is no place where you belong, no sanctuary nor penance.
Give up. Please.
and let us rest.
there is nothing more to fight for.
please.
The makings of a beast will always be reflected upon your image.
No matter how delicately you hold love, no matter how gentle you care for. Your claws will sink, your grip too tight. You will break everything that you hold dear in the hands that are no different to the fists your handlers struck on your tender flesh.
You may never rid in yourself vestiges of your forefathers.
An intricate cotton heart, yet bared fangs that may never be sheated.
You are no different, so give up.