Used.

Enter slowly they say

When fresh souls meet

Under blankets of misery

Enter slow.

Wet words, empty riddles,

A radiant moon

The instructions are simple

And yet we fell somewhere.

Again.

You

Save, drop, strike, leave

You

Don't pass

You

Don't let go

You

Forget too easily

And You

Don't really care.

But it's a fine line we're treading

Used, abused, reused

Stay a while longer

And you could've seen

Something inside

Bright and shiny

Slowly beginning to fade.

Karma.