It's all so useless
It's all so dry
Thinking I could get through this
Thinking we wouldn't die
It's all going dark
And my blood's running cold
Sinking through life
Doing what we're told
Answers don't matter
Details all fade
Life slowly crushes
Sweet memories we made
Laughter only echoes
Until silence reigns supreme
Fantasies don't transpire
Privation eats away your dream
Obsequious still
Take my very breath
Really, I don't need it
Only ending in death
Nerves eating me slowly
Acid pouring from my eyes
Ate clear through me
Laudanum raining from their lies
Undergo an exchange
One heart for another
Get one that doesn't leak so
Take one that doesn't smother
Hold it until it stops beating
. . . until it all runs dry
Take my very breath, dear
. . . you know I'll comply
This is two acrostics in one - every odd numbered line spells: "It is all for naught". And every even numbered line spells: "It adds up to a lot.."
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