it was sweet
it was intense
now I'm using the past tense
since my defeat
with myself
regressing as human
losing every sense
feast for fasting souls
never enough
I retreat
death was the rude awakening
making the rest numb
I was never the one
nor you
it was a silly game for two
I have so much to say
after a sour play
yet my letters are dry
like the floor beneath your feet
an offense
unforgiven
I pray for burning sun
to end this delusion
self inflicted confusion
this time I'm bare
from any self defense
coming undone
the last of her
the beginning of me
and a final goodbye
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