It's Easy To Let Go
No hope without dope.
Polluted by blood,
Letting it out is the way to cope.
Seeking the flood,
In, the needle goes.
Stars now start to pose.
Then, the senses deceive.
But incandescent lights propose,
to let go of the grief,
while your mind melts and decompose.
It's like watch the fall of a dead rose,
as peace arouse.
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