Consumed

 

 

Beneath it all outreaches you!

Beneath it, all death is a friend!

Beneath it all there is hope

There is salvation

The is love

There is everything!

 

Agony has found its way to the top

the is no reason

No one to be blamed

Failure is what lurks at my fingertips

 

While my mouth speaks a different language

While my reason is only for me

When there is nothing, you wake up and wish to die

But hope is what makes you wake up

Hope for the leftovers

Hope for any consumable thing

Hope for something

Something which is not yet known!


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