when they rip your soul

when they rip your soul

into little pieces,

use it for confetti,

and spread yourself o’er the emptiness

like a perfect snow,

like the nourishing rain. and they will feel

a certain chill coursing through the branches of their mind,

regret.

and yet, they will try to justify it

to themselves, but everyone else knows

it was a mistake.

those who try to destroy You,

they will start to realize

that they are alone,

a speck of dust caught

in the whirling storm,

trying to find some ground.

yes! when they tear

that great sail, the one carrying so many to shore,

they will see the light pouring through the

cracks, and be ashamed of

the shadows in which they hide.

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