All these accusations
are enough to uncoil
a sane man's logic
and have him
running for yonder hills

It's always been truth for wisdom
yet we end up gnawing
on jewels and coins instead

What I wouldn't trade
for a single gentle touch

I offered my hours
and tender hands of care

The heron has landed
with want for a feast

Been starved by your eyes
always rolling when I howl

Everyone needs a foil
heartstopper
drop me to my knees
in fear again

Do all within my power
to please the gods
through karmic acts here on earth

but the penance grows
in proportion to what I give

swallows me with discontent
this is the abyss you promised

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