Sacrifice

I’m staring at the stop sign
Breathing in hostile air
Polluted by vehicles made in Japan
My lungs feel like they’re shrinking
And not even my tears are pure
The sun crawls from the sky
And it will rise in the morning
Even without you
I wonder if you’ll ever understand
how it feels to live in a dream
and suddenly be awakened
and forced back into the bitter chill of reality
but deep inside,
I hope you never have to
Because in some twisted sense,
I’ve become accustomed to the pollution
and the nightmares,
to the secret tears
that keep you happy
and something in me
would still sacrifice all that it is
to spare you this pain

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