Debris

If only tears could talk, They would surely be cutthroats. If only fear could walk, It would blindly go toward you. And if only grudges are strong, It would hold you forever.   If I would be honest about what I feel, and follow the lead of my freewill, I will unquestionably end up in hell, And yet I will still say that I am well.   This ain't just poetry or one of the romantic passages. This is mind and heart unleashing the damages, When the mind says no and the heart no longer says yes either, Neither yes nor no, it no longer knew what to say, for it has withered, And the soul that aches is silenced by the guilt of morality, Tell me you will be there for me in another infinity.