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anger

what is it now
you understand?
you've got the tools
to guide my hand
oh now you care
a foolish thought
to reap and sow
to fend from rot

and yet i stand
a rotten soul
a faerie fixed
on the gaping hole
where the human heart
would certainly lie
to form wild ideas
to try and deny

i may not understand
maybe i never will
nevermind that this matter
hurts me, even still
conversing with bricks
as a mad man would do
if i should find myself
ever closer to you

you say you get it
never noticed the signs
ive carried this load
as you've cradled your lies
you wanted something better
yet you were soon unfit
and look at me now

born of your shit.
wolfmauve
Written by wolfmauve (Kushina_Meioh)
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