The Shadow Becoming

Drawing from a concept as old as my soul

Only lacking years of sight to explain it all

Picking holes in my plan but he’s too good to let go

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His enigmatic words drain my spirit’s marrow

He owns every pristine tear shed in my misery

His brand of love more toxic than poisoned arrow

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Though saline pain gives him no pleasure

Seems the source of my tears is what he prefers

My ages old struggle begs him to the treasure

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In shadowed maneuvers, he mines my character

Caressing tender emotions to b...