Somewhere, shielding my soul,
From the shower of capricious spears,
Slowly I have grown old.
My armor now lies breached,
My heart stabbed at every beat.
Yet I smile, as she smears blood of mine,
Off her sinister lips.
She feasts,
As I die, starved of love.
Oblivious to the others,
Rendering amusement to the rest.
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