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Even Still
By Josh Mayfield

Little is visible after the explosion of treachery discharges dust into the atmosphere
I try to live through it, like machines would.

I grow weaker with each exhausted breath
I look through the haze for support.

No one is there-
Each one was disintegrated.

I cough just to prove that I’m alive
It would seem that my world is breathing it’s last perilous moments.

Despite the struggle
Despite the epoch.

My eyes are seared-
And shed tears of ash.

Despite the tenderness
Despite the promise.

I bleed awfully from every part of my body
A dizzy head clearly reveals where this is leading.

I’ve hit the ground
Started embracing the smoldering sand.

Ash and dust layers on top of me
Tears cleanse boulevards to my lips.

Such an upsurge
After getting to know you, I was sure I had you defused.

I guess that’s why I deserve to be killed by you
But Even still…

Despite the encirclement
Disregard the probabilities.

But Even still…
Even still…

Despite the devotion
Despite the contributions.

Even after the explosion of treachery
Even after…Even still…

You hurt me by means of the worst method possible
The method where you destroy me in every way.

But even still…
But even still…I love you.

And even still…
Even still…I’m still not sorry.