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Leda, I was never meant for those things

I have longed to get away from here
I am dying
My sunlight skin has raised my executioner
Drest in black and all beauty
My leda, I cannot dream anymore
You scare me
I bled every hour to the hour hand
Until you come to me again
And I am heart sequited
Longingly I wish on you
But I need to get away
Your kindness is frightening
And yet, my lids shutter
I see so many things now
I was never meant for those things
Just a dwindling cruel hope
That never will be
Leda, you make my heart spring
I have not the talent
To be a king of happiness
But to be shut away in my corridor
Scrawling the walls I am terrified of
Holding my demons
As they claw at me
So I can bury myself 
Under soot and earth
And never remember all this 
That made so much pain in me
So as I kiss the air I think
My life will read better than it was lived
So I bid you adieu
And cry in my pillows
As the lights fade
End of this tragedy.

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