The search
We slide the razor-blade against the skin,
Swallow the pill and stick the needle in,
But it never replaces what's missing,
We have just got to keep on searching,
What if we find it but then can't claim it,
What if we can never quite feel content,
What if we go and forfeit everything,
Just to find that we end up with nothing,
Be it a cold hand or a gentle touch,
We will learn there's no such thing as too much,
After all that's seen and all that is done,
We may just find something is someone,
What if we find them but then can't claim them,
What if the torment is too much to bear,
What if we then create an obsession,
Which makes us go completely insane.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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