I broke your spirit,
You broke my heart,
Lost in a bottle,
Found in pain,
Nothing to lose,
Everything is already gone.
Despair layered like tissues,
Fragile, furtive, predictable, naive,
And delicate with the strength of fired metal,
Shaped in the heat of battle
And lost, gone cold,
In the enigmatic female matter.
Peeled open skull,
Bared, endless psychosis,
Exhumed from the other man.
He is gone fuck it,
What is left is me.
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