Ever look in the mirror and revile at what you see?
Why are you here?
Do you know?
Have you asked yourself the condemning question?
What have you rent?
With your bare heart,
what plateau have you ascended in your guile?
How did you come to this?
Were you called?
Is there a bounty on my sanity too high to resist?
Why do you continue?
In an oft' cold whisper,
the emptiness that accrues in your honor lingers still.
Is it ruin you seek?
I invoke my own, mostly.
Does the muted blade pressing my throat belong to you?
You speak when I do. Curious.
You are a forlorn and cursed thing nimbly dragging the wreckage of countless conversions in your wake.
Your shadow is a poison that addles the will of all who look on it. The opposite poser. I find you in contempt of the light.
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Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)