Blood And Beverage

𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧

Tell me, dear painter, how do you maintain
that little smile on your face?
Even when your world is tearing down to it's last lace.
The Pacific Ocean should prostrate before your kindness.
Lend me some of your generosity, for I'm so ruthless.
Dear painter, you can try your best to hide those scars.
But the sorrow of your soul is empathic, it aches my heart
to see you this broken, this down to the earth.
I just wish I could wash away all those scars
of your body and mind.
Only if the joy was easy enough to rewind.

Every night I wake up from my sleep
only to hear your painful screams, your sorrow so deep.
All these years of their inhuman torture on you
just managed to make your smile more innocent and new.
I could give my life just to see you smile forever, like this.
Though I know that this smile just
covers the unbearable pain of broken Atlantis.

Everyday when they hit you and I hear your pleadings,
your pleadings for them to stop this bloody mess.
I lay awake at night, because I couldn't care any less.
'Here, take my hand! Let's run away from this place',
I want to tell you, but I can't.
So I just sigh like a silent hapless.

I know I don't cry anymore, but,
seeing you like this, my internal tears soak my soul.
I'm too helpless to help you, my dear one.
Now all that I've left to tell you is,'Go, run!'
Run away from this rotten valley.
Escape from this dark alley.
Go, live. Live until your last breath.
You don't have to die everyday like a helpless wraith.
You're the righteous owner of the laurel wreath.

All I'm left to do is restore my faith
and wrestle with your death.
Until you're far, far away from this place.
Then I can heave a sigh of relief, knowing that we've won the race.

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Dedicated to one of the most amazing people I've ever come across.