Baby hold open
your hand for me
to take and stab.

I swore I'd never lie
but that didn't mean
It wouldn't involve
pain.

If this represents
nothing else, it's
that nothing comes
without suffering.

Beauty while grand
comes with a prize.
Darkness often shows
what it takes to do,
while the light leaves
you in the ironically dark
side making you walk
blindly around.

Now don't look at me
like that! I am a being
made by the things
that pushed me into this
way. Just like I'll make you
into what you'll eventually be.

This I swear.

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