There is no such thing as love,
It’s in-fact just a joke
Made to stir up humans
From false gods who provoke,
From the past tense of sincerity,
I learn to breathe
Whilst also suffocating–
On the boundary of a life,
I coasted on through,
I learnt that I was useless
Because, not real, was you.
So, I do not come back
For I never came at all
I take myself behind the shed,
And biting the bullet,
I end the Fall.
Twice, I questioned,
Though, now, I know,
that nothing of me
Is seen as gold.
And when you walk on by,
I’ll be happy to see,
That your bad choices,
Left both of us subject to dying.
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