If You Return

If You Return

A forged hole in my Soul
Has been rubbed Raw
Layers peeled back,
Ripped apart,
Eating away at my spirit.

Life sucked away in a vacuum
There is no blood left to
No optimism left to

Good to
The last

Lifelong dreams dematerialize into a
State of Bittersweet Collapse

The bright side has crumbled, so
Do not waste your time any longer
Looking there

Let the rains come down
From a god that does not exist
Let the rains come down
To sweep out the leftover
Pieces of hope
I cannot bear to see the
Remnants of my dreams
Wither before me

Return! Return! and we can
Conquer these circumstances
But will I want you if you return?

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