you come back home
only when
you cry
when the world
hasn't treated you right
when the hope has died
like a leach
you suck the love
with cold blood
on the nights
you disappear in my arms
offspring of the dark
once the time is right
you go off again
fully nurtured and proud
so I pray for life
to wound you again
I pray for your return
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