I reach for her touch,
But she cowers away,
Afraid I might bleed,
By her heart,
A fortress of blades.
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I built walls highest,
My Tower of Babylon,
You thirst for the nectar of my love,
But never understand the demons of my past,
I wish not to cast on your summer my shades,
Freezing, dying, withering,
You know how hideous it is,
My heart, a fortress of blades.
