#73

When I close my eyes
I see the world as beautiful
as I saw it when I was innocent,

and I don't want to open them. 

Who should I ask for help?
Which god should I praise?

And here I am, 
with my heart in my hand, 
at the edge of this red cliff
witnessing the destruction of love. 

Who should I ask for help?
Which goddess should I praise?

We should be careful with those
who have lost it.
We should be careful with them.

They care about nothing
but their money and themselves.

Another brown forest, 
another soulless river.
They take everything
as if it always belonged to them.