Grain Of Salt
By Poison The Well
Another day passes by.
Another attempt at love.
Remains unrequited.
Why do I even bother?
I should have learned from the past.
I am but a statue.
Impervious to love.
This punctured heart is mine.
Becomes a handful of dust.
Dust
Hope has now wilted away.
Wilted.
Along with these dreams.
That became emptiness.
A final exit becomes clear.
I am self-destructive.
A product of this solitude.
I am riddled with shards.
One simple wish now dies.
Was my request so great?
One simple wish now dies.
Was my request so great?
Once again I drown in its denial.
Was it so complicated?
Once again.
I've been.
Spit upon.
Taken with a grain of salt.
My life is gone.
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