Why
Why does every lover I touch turn to gold
Every single one with the damn sword of Damocles taunting my every action
For once I just yearn for someone to have, or to hold
But every moment spent is intensified with the risk of reaction
We stand on this earth wondering if anyone will ever come for you
But the tantalizing hand of Thanatos is becoming increasingly more interesting too
I wish to be rid of sorrow
Or else I may bid you a good morrow
As i inhale, the spores of life intoxicate me,
The simple feeling of loving life is ever fleeting
But when the day comes that i do accept it
My toes will sink into the dark soil, allowing tendrils to be growing
Rooting the memories of everlasting serenity
And I realize nature is my home, my life, the light in my world that is lit
And I am safe, and forever will be
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