With the heart of a holocaust It's no wonder my pale skin Is black and swollen with truth. Open wounded scars revel In their shine, reminding me Of the narcissistic infant inside. He's the liquid cocaine burning Through her veins & he's beautiful. You can see the darkness in his eyes, Endless oceans of suffocating starlight [Still in motion] His brother, bright Orion, the climax of ignorance. Every fiber of my being clings to the Reflecting moonlight. But she's cold, Detached, & evading my frozen fingertips. Even the sun is just a page In her Book of Illiteracy. I can be Nothing more than the shadow of her mistakes. Thus I lie in the dust of a never-ending fairytale Next to me, the fading image of daybreak.
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