Paws
Rusted Karmic calculations
Puddles of despair
Turn the words in your hand
Into something not really there
Another bitter aftertaste
Fallen, lost on my knees
Yearning for an ending
From your useless commodity
The Rivers dyed with your stain
Your burn marks stand witness
That the hatred will never fade
Into something Less Than Bliss
My torturer,
My liar,
I am forever caged in your eyes
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