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Maybe my youth is but a memory

And I must realize that I'm growing up

Because nothing seems promising anymore

And it's all part of adulthood



Unfortunate.



I don't enjoy feeling this way

And I never had wished to grow old

It makes me feel distant from the world

Like my soul is already ascending



And whether I'm a christian

An atheist or simply a pessimist

I'll end up in the same solitude

Saying goodbye to the past, piece by piece



And I'll see myself as a child

Crying out and reaching for the warmth

See myself from a far off place

Reaching for that poor little boy



And maybe he'll stop weeping.

Or maybe he'll stop his breath.



Those who can feel a presence

Can grasp the air with confidence

And those who feel a vast emptiness

Have a destiny as hollow as their hearts



And here I am

Truth be told

I feel so entirely lost

Relying on poision to keep me afloat



Along with the smoke of the trenches

The angry shouts of those who stand for love

The double standard that we humans create

And the contradiction that we live



There may or may not be

Something just for me

A chorus of angels

A morgue full of children



And maybe we're just soaking in each other's blood.