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Didn't you ask for sweet?

This feels like being asleep in a bed of nails,

Whose sharp ends bite my skin as fangs would.

Do you hate it too?

The everlasting sound of the devil

Wishpering your full name,

The coldness that hugs your fingertips

As if they were old lovers

But you never loved it,

You never wished to be here and yet

Here you are,

Purple ends and red nose,

Asking yourself why can't the night end sooner

And begging for the sun to rise now

Right now.

The universe doesn't seem to listen to your thoughts

And even if it does, it always ignores them.

Isn't it sour?

I'm sure you asked for sweet

But so did I, so did everyone else.

Life is fair in it's evil

And too unbalanced in its kindness.

We aren't full of life, I guess,

Life is full of us.