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Chasing what you fear
by living in death
there is no light to crawl into
When you held the spear so dear
and lose all your subliminal faith
your love only lasts for two.
You crush the rose in your hand
bleeding red crimson fire
burning deep under your skin
As you are left a-strand
With your raging desire
Bathe alone in an excruciating sin.
Seething at the sight of pleasure
for the things you find strange
and are impossible to own
You become a sad pretender
impervious to change
until you see it on your stone.
Iera Stilinski
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