Bludgeoned darkness of this soul,
Face impartial I remain, to show,
No feelings for a woman lost in mind,
That break this staple wood,
My strength,
Sapped of courage,
Grimace of tainted pleasures,
Blood upon dusky sky,
To which we would have watched,
Hearing the silence of my cries,
Pierce me,
Rip me,
Kill me,
Give me, but, the final blow
Lead me, hate thee
In bitterness I shall dwell
Opportunity vacant possess this mind,
That pains time's record,
Memory that shall not be forgotten,
A fool who's place was found
And lost again,
Purity rotten.
To end the beginning,
As beginnings end,
Fires dieing to masochistic flames,
Once to bring passions,
That now burn until pain,
Left to breathe in nothing but strife
Of the fight never fought,
But always lost,
The one that touched,
Then graced away.
I yearn for satisfaction
That never came.
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