Story End
Your tears are the ink
flowing out of my pen
For years we have fought,
but we never win
These empty halls echo
your screams of pain
It won’t be forgot how
you danced in the rain
Sweetly you succumbed
to all that I asked
You revealed all while
I remained masked
I became the monster
hiding under your bed
I never told you that
inside I was dead
I twisted the knife
dug out all that was good
I emptied from you
all the love that I could
I destroyed all so that
you couldn’t mend
Such a tragic way
for our story to end.
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