Scalpel
Life is like being on an operation table,
You are going to die in the end,
Oh dear death always win,
Love is not a cure,
But rather the anesthetics,
Put you to sleep and numb you from the pain.
The luckiest thing is to find the drug working from the beginning to the very end,
You are happily blind, asleep and peaceful,
Lying there not knowing the truth,
Having beautiful dreams together.
Nothing more cruel than eyes opening in the middle,
Wake up or be woken up,
Love is gone,
Pain is real,
Flesh, Blood, Fractured bones, Drained heart,
Suffer,
In endless echo.
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