hurt – Noellie's Place

Waterfalls

A flickering light puts out a message as moths fall

WHERE do you find comfort sleeping on a bed of nails

Everything is good and what I’ve dreamed
Everything is wrong and not what we ever dreamed

The Land of the Living is where life beckons to you

Hands from your abyss sharpened its blade

Cut its last thread clinging to the edge

You are not responsible for the angry choices of others, only your own.