Presence

Joy is your void

The aggravation causes you to feel like you're there

You turn your hard thistles toward the individuals who love you

Demonstrating endlessly time again that you are more than torment

Or potentially there is plausible

Your lack of interest is your solidified shell

Similarly as we can't wake the people who profess to rest

The rich wheat field will ultimately be covered in the iron foot of apathy

Indeed, we should quick forward or quick in reverse

To a world without you, without recollections

Without the beautiful straw caps and the fat eggplants

The mountains are high, the mists are still, and there are murmurs in the forest

There are numerous ways God rebuffs an insatiable individual

Like allowing her to have an iced reflect

or on the other hand a fresh out of the plastic new lock without openings

or on the other hand denying her of the mental fortitude to trust once more

Snow and ice don't soften snow and ice

Each snowflake yells, similarly as cold and pressing

Tragically, just a portion of the fortunate ones will

To be your tears of salvation in the following rebirth