…I see my reflection…do you?...

   Too long apart
                So that all ways
         of reparation
           are forgotten.
                 lost
              like me.
       and I fear the day
            you notice
     my transparent tendencies
            my falsehood
      and lack of authenticity.
            I fear the day
                        You realize
                    I’m not enough
    To any side
            Judged by both
And found:
             unworthy
          WORTHLESS
                ...and I am no one to you.

Though...
                do you mind?
       if I linger...
                      and feed off of you.
      My nourishment, my Reason.
                Until you
                          yourself
           decide to deny me

                        ...you



                      ...the day draws near
every day spent with Deaths cold breath...
...chilling my neck
Creating Goosebumps
all over my fading carcass.

Just promise me that you’ll feed me to the vultures
at my disposal
they look so starved.

             
          And when the last bit of hope
     
Vanishes.
My fighting for ratification
                                     will end.
That’s the last drop wasted
                                     By me.


...and then you leave as if I wasn’t there.

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