Sweet sweet paradise


Glistening rays of sun
You take my hands into your
Pull me throw with pounds of energy
Shredding my skin I turn to dust
Handmade, picked, and ready
I linger for a second and vanish
Sweet sweet paradise
Nothing at all
But thoughts from empty humans
Whispering down golden stair cases
Fantasy is made up
Those lies become truth
And fears become pleasure
Empty space filled with dark matter
The moon crys an orchestra
My lungs fill with sadness
Energy drowns me filling the empty space
The soul is crushed
Leaving me empty handed
I go to waste.

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