trust me

I don't think anymore
I just feel
just because its visible
doesn't make it real

controllers set fire
destroying people
amongst them the Liar
the lyre with golden strings
where is his silver tongue?

departing: the many
arriving with plenty
young flowers to fornicate
this is the saddest

I've given you reasons
that are worth believing in
if only to have something
to believe

I need a savior
to go out and save for
people are stunned
and think they don't need
to believe

are we so different in thought?

I know that everyone's
alone, keeping themselves
sadder than you could
ever imagine, and so
unwilling

I know I'll die from
blood loss from
keeping my arm out to help
for just too long

because despite all
instincts,
belief can make things
real

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