Nothing is saved.
If not monsters, mere potholes,
I am tired of falling down and tired of getting up.
Nothing is saved, the moon is sadder than I thought,
Everything I wish for erased,
Now I look for nothing,
Nothing is all I get.
I'd love to coat my nights with the warmth of sleep
But I lie on my bed with my smarting eyes
The rain offers no pity.
When will this end?
Nothing is saved, I need my sleep,
I am sick and tired of drowsy days.
She said I am supposed to keep myself safe
At all times
Perennial happiness is a myth.
I know she lies for kindness
I know he lies to be mean
I know not how far I speak the truth, if ever.
Nothing is saved because nothing is real
But certain things move me, still,
In good ways and bad.
Nothing can be saved,
Nothing can be had.