Eyes opened by dark times.
Too many riddles given.
Words of those came before.
They loved you… they said.
Lasting love; quick cold lust?
Heart’s bitter dust.
Loathing days… one to the next.
Bloodied meat puppet…
Sewn back together?
Warmed against my chest.
Will you go, like all the rest?
I can only be my best…
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