• The salt of tears
    Burns my face
    But hardens my heart
    And many times the question comes
    But many times the answer is the same
    No
    No is poison to the heart
    On almost any scale
    When sorrow and defeat cloud the air
    And choke you
    Smothering
    All
    Happiness
    What do you do?
    When there is no point
    Of trying to fight
    And it all crashes down
    Dead.
    Heartless.
    The devil of despair
    Is really quite good
    At crushing hopes and dreams
    And you are
    Defeated.