Emptiness ~ There’s always been someone who slangs to drug thirsty veins Those giving up something for something that takes worries away Until the day the worries stray and eyes remain open and blank When another gets the shock that has them joining these ranks Finding out the going rates and trading away life for pain Intent on blessing themselves with another step towards the grave Paying for the praise on how fiends are only good for one thing Temporary customers only good on what type of wealth they bring No sad songs to sing when they ask for the sting others avoid To stay in one place or chase habits away is their personal choice Leaving alone or using their voice isn’t for anyone else but them Knowing exactly what broke their spirit, how it happened, and when A nightmare of hardships to mend not defend or pretend wasn’t there Eyes and hands involved in situations they would rather not share Trying to spare the next in line from the time they served Like how they reveal the real ways a tormented soul can burn
~Windreamer~
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