at first it was an accident,
now i know you're just a sadist
thinking theres no consequence,
for anything you do
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we all know there is something inside us,
it begs for tomorrow, and it knows it is coming.
there is something greater here.
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the puddles reflect what I can't see.
how I wish to jump through,
to a world unlike this one.
perhaps she will be deep enough,
to let me find peace before I drown--------my anatomy is made of stars
forever burning, incandescent like these eyes
or maybe like hers,
for when I gave upon them for just a moment
i am sated
my hunger for purpose is quelled,
and i have found my home--------
you take permanence
in the form of this ilk
flowing through my veins
but i will not rip myself apart,
just to bleed you out
what a waste it would be
after all,
a muse must thrive
and what expendable feelings you provide
