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Blind Absence
Every day I live,
Seems to just get worse.
There’s no point in living,
When life’s a nightmare’s curse.
My teardrops taste of acid,
After draining my body dry.
No longer salty droplets,
When I begin to cry.
My arms reach out to hold him,
Absence is in my grasp.
Closing my hands on air,
As nothing charms my grasp.
The poison of the world,
Seeps in until I’m pleading.
Beaten by emotions,
'Till I’m cut and bleeding.
My anger guides the knife,
Until my guilt is eased.
Ripping apart my flesh,
Until my ego is pleased.
After it’s all over,
I dream my night away.
In hopes that tomorrow,
Will be a better day.
