Quicksand
Now that you're gone,
Forever and forsakenly gone,
Now that I believe in you more than mine,
Trust that my voice is your heart's shrine!
I did not visit any Neverland,
You and I were dust in the quicksand.
You and I were both guests in this colossal homeland,
We didn't want to be perpetually unplanned.
Sometimes I feel I should talk to you immediately,
Sometimes I try to forget your existence suddenly,
Sometimes I want to dodge life's inevitable journey to death,
Other times, your lap was my quiet bed.
Soon I will discover the myth of the light,
After that, your breath will be nothing but burning blight.
Soon I will find out the way of living in the dark,
Even now, I want to be the lowest-paid clerk in your arc.
Walk with me to hell and heaven's gate,
We don't know the reason for our fate.
Pass this journey twice:
Once literally, the other in your slice!
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