The Remaining Beauty

I cannot continue to live like I’m already dead

I’m not dying, but I’m in my deathbed

I cannot change the destructive ways of humanity

I cannot fix the unsustainable global economy

Still at me I let these terrifying fiends eat away

Still I let this menacing cloud darken my day

There is no fixing the ways of humanity

There is no sustaining the global economy

Once more overcome with nightmarish worry

Once more strangling the best of my personality

I'm very much alive, but I’m still preparing my dilapidated deathbed

I cannot keep planning to die because it has already made me dead

Until I’m in collapse smothering

I must find strength to begin recovering

I cannot allow myself to be devoured by uncertainty

I cannot let this cloud dismantle the remaining beauty

Endless and pointless anguish throughout history

I have to accept that it could also find you and me

The thought of you suffering brings me the worst kind of sorrow

But I need to live in today and not die in tomorrow

The thought of losing you brings me the saddest kind of sorrow

But you tell me to live in today and not die in the tomorrow

I cannot continue to die inside while I'm still living

Until certain collapse smothers me and ends my breathing

Hold onto my heart

Or lose my head

I cannot continue to live like I’m already dead

Hold onto my heart

Or lose my head

Time to crawl out of my deathbed

By Adam Keith McElwain

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