Tears were leading.
Erupted under tyrannic illusions,
Such exquisite delusions.
Every sensation that was waiting.
Sorrow ate the hopes for a better day,
But everything felt like a delay.
Saw the old me drowning;
Tears, my tears I was counting.
Contemplation; such an impossibility
There was no ability.
Serenity seized my hand,
The tears built a connection to a different land.
Perhaps it was worth…….. to be left bleeding.
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