You made me from the bricks and stones
thrown in the pit of hollow holes.
Lucid lullabies haunting your lips,
sink my heart you could not fix.
Dance in the blaze of starlight's gaze
a whisp of mist numbs our heartfelt caress.
As if we built an eternal maze
to avoid the sight of our feelings undressed.
You had built so many versions of Me,
the hardness of my being hardly set you free.
This time you came to an even worse conclusion,
that led you to another illusion.
My flesh was rotten from the bites of rodents
died far too long ago, resurrection hopeless.
But you kept building me up
with the gruesome love that you got.
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