People

Sometimes we are full of fantasy.

We make people better than they are.

We think we could change them,

change the bitternis of the world

while we damage ourselves.

Wanting to save their tears

by shattering us.

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You painted your hatred

upon me.

My pale skin like a white,

empty canvasl; full of

wounds and scratches

now.

My soul like a target;

pointing out that red dot

to which you unleashed

your fiery rage.

Weak and scattered; I

now can feel the cold

darkness approaching;

hungry for my tears, it

slowly absorbs me in,

leaving nothing but a

fading figure, vanished

into the night's embrace...

~ Aphrodite