My shadow I lament, so long and green.
My hands collect the scraps scattered upon
Remorse. I mourn the loss, this life a dream
And relenquish my soul, to lust I'm drawn.
Such want and such self-centered desires
I harbor. Lessons taught are forgotten,
Crazed notions now christen my a liar.
My hands tremble, seeing my begotten.
It is the scars her hands my heal in time,
My own wandering hands and piercing eyes
Remind me, but her memory defines
The path which I follow, this path of lies.
Guilt lay upon these shoulders with great shame
But her words, with ease, extinguish my flames. |
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