Lone, once I was made
Lone, later I will die
Lone, with an edgy blade
Cutting the core of my sky
.
Leave, if you are fake
I'm sick of your lies
Leave, if you're a snake
That stings by being nice...
.
Once she wisely said
You're too perfect mate
Your soul, a lot, has bled
You did not have to wait
.
Used to watch the sunset
While asking: "where does it go?"
How could the glary sun let
A hazy moon rule the show...
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Lone...
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PoetryPsychopaths know that the best way to exploit emphatic people is take advantage of our natural desire to help and care for others. They do this by orchestrating not one, but many, pity plays. They fabricate illness; they describe fake injuries; they...
