Between the hopes and the tears.
The coping mechanisms
Ain’t helping you cope any more
And the pills
Are just making you feel small.
Your dreams are buried deep,
Dug in with all those tomorrows,
Buried deep in the grave.
The senseless brutality of
This modern world
Has left you numb
And the distance between
The promised land and reality
Leaves you barely clinging on
To the darkness,
Your only friend.
For without it you’d be nothing; but afraid.
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