It murders me, slays me again,
My hands reach out, to you in vain,
Is it so hard to give you life,
And give you shape in falling sky,
Treacherous my heart, mocks at me,
My endless woes, were never set free,
Am I so lone, your shadow discards,
My only presence, which was your reward,
It’s so perplexing, beholding you freeze,
And get so tranquil, and bend on knees,
And break the ground, where I stand,
To bury me alive, under the sand,
Why so brutal, became your soul,
When my love, never turned foul,
And mesmerized, in your vice,
I believed your truth, reverenced your lies,
Is it so essential, to get me drilled,
By hammer and nails, and frozen chills,
And some pricks pierced in my heart,
To end my agony and fatal fraught.
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