It's not this life you worn out,
Not these years you've worn down,
Not the vows you've sworn by,
Till death do us apart,
What if God was never real,
Only this feeling you drench,
As it sinks inside of you,
You calmly grab that knife and drive forward through the heart,
I don't want some comfort or sincerity,
Just a simple smile from something that isn't fake to take to my grave...
©retroletgo
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