Sitting on the edge of a blank universe
Where life begins and ends in pieces
Breathing clear air in a world of poison
Salvation brought but pain still teases
But everything’s so simple now
Clear, understood, for the very first time
Simple the shades, the shapes of importance
Simple the birth, the death, its value
Sitting here beside innocence
As he asks me about the scars on my wrists
It only takes my twisted sense
To understand I can be forgiven if I forgive from within
And everything’s so simple now
In place, ordered, for the only time
Understand that no reason of being is important
Only the fact that we are all alive
Saving the pieces left here unnoticed
Realise that that’s all they have
Simple, it is, our unimportance
Simple our solitude
And as we sit here, on the edge of the universe,
All we ever had and needed,
Was each other.
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