Catch the Drift

Steal a bit of me. Because I'm handing out precious treasures In return for love. Don't believe, Just carry on Through the pain The confusion, And the rain that burns in your eyes. I get lonelier And emptier, I think. But emptier still. There's no magic eraser To wipe out my unknown existence And the scars. And the screams, There's no magic eraser. Drift like a corpse In the sea that's the world Pale, Lifeless Heartless. Till you sink to the bottom Or get devoured by the monsters Flesh-hungry monsters. There's no magic wind Coming to take you to the sky Where those angels look down and smirk. So carry on. Move on. Till you get your strength. Recover. Hold on to this. There's beauty the in abyss too, Barren as it is.