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four lines darkly

You wove this cloak of misery for me
it’s a haunting envelop that holds no escape,
I can feel the rods you’ve stuck in my bones
just a puppet, am I less than alive, now?
 
And if I could die and give you all my spite
if only just to hear weep from afar,
as our worlds would blend, momentarily mix
you’d feel the cold of my soul, you’d know.
 
I’d sit in the shadows, a fallen angel
to pursue the life I may of had,
to hear your breath as tears hit my pillow
now you realise you do indeed love me.

(2014)

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