-as the mother to her child-
-and a god to his creation-
-fear the day the tables turn-
-for you built your own damnation-your lips kissed and breathed
and something died inside of me
broken, though something else and something new
lay born and softly learning
lay hoping and silently lay yearning
to someday kill and oh, to break you too

to whisper in the wind
that stole into my room
beyond the shadows and the gloom
to suck this scent
this stale cologne
this bleeding grip that would never let me be
alone
these glances, oh they linger
in the hallways as I pass
and these mirrors that I shatter
deny your words that claim it never mattered
and I know someday you'll die with me at last- - -

-just because I sit and do not speak-
-just because you hear no sound from me-
-does not mean I feel no rage inside-
-does not mean I don't still wait for you to die-- - -

usque ad nos iterum conveniemus,
Godspeed.

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