He is just a machine.
Hung like the rest.
Punished me, I have been beaten.
So down.
Below you.
I honor you.
Faking the eyes I had for you.
Drown your faith.
Rubbed out the dying flame.
A shroud of your humble flaws.
Shy away from me, true.

I begin to taste you again.
So bitter and cold to my lips.
I no longer understand the feeling.
Of distance. Longing to be set apart.

What. Your little world crashes.
And burns for me.

It brings me love and happiness.
To see this die. Inside of you.

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