The Cure

dead lies, sad goodbyes
back to life, saying hi again
late night skies, random cries
murmuring something dark to brain
broken ties, cold sighs
scarring pretty souls with fake smiles
inside a body of flesh and bones
all this messy structure hides
ostensibly a creature so sane
turned into a demon by
sick lies, savage goodbyes

waiting in a lane
are so many voices to train
to advise for the pain
so that it flies

but none knows the cure

maybe it’s healed by eyes
exonerated, shining with pristine
or maybe little drops of rain
falling down on scarred skin
wash out the strain
and signs of destruction
away with it, flies
maybe there lies

the cure

maybe then those
petty lies and sad goodbyes die

forever and a day

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