Thieves and Smiles

It was a month of two thieves.
Humans and death paid me a special visit.
In the end, I shed those tears for reasons my brain couldn’t process. All I felt I did alone.

I looked for relief in an ungodly world that never cared for human existence.
Now I can only ask, what’s next? ‘Cause I’m still here, and I know time only stands to steal my treasures. But I’m still here, and my smile will remain where they've been as they were in the month of thieves.