Live

We live in a world we thought we knew well,

A world of peace, prosperity, and happiness,

But in our blind glory we missed the truth by far,

We live in a cold, unforgiving place.

 

I've lived by a code: Live each moment as your last,

But how do you live a last moment that is not yours?

When someone, someone else cannot smile until their death,

Do we live out the moment for them? Or in sadness to remind them

          They are not alone.

 

I live such a moment, there's no time and despair,

However I am not near that someone to show

          They are not alone.

          I cry.

 

I cry for them, with tears that stubbornly refuse to spill,

An overflowing flood in my gut is what remains,

I lack the help, hold the regrets.

I have no hand on my shoulder, to whisper,

          "He'll be ok.''

 

I'd rip him apart, if I was there,

His stupid recklessness is killing me as well.

But concerned? No, there is nothing I can do,

For he's done it all on his own, the 'Hero'.

 

Just make it out alive,

Please.. I beg of you.

Live long enough for me to come,

And I promise to kill you myself.

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[Laura Sparkle]

He'll be ok.