A drop
Into the pit
Of my soul
At the very sight of you
A rush of cold
A look over my shoulder
An empty stare
A shiver in April
Not a word
A true word
I could say
To change a thing
As you tug
And you grasp
And you prod
At the places I hid
From everyone but you
And the trust breaks apart
And the bravery falls away
And the armor returns
Pick up a sword
And run.
And
The hand of darkness
Reaches out
To pull my soul
A little further
Into the gaping hole
Left by you.
--4.29.13
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"You can't expect to understand me completely through the medium of present-day conceptions. I breathe for my own necessity, for the fuel of my body, for my survival... I've given you, not my sacrifice or my pity, but my ego and my naked need." [[The Fountainhead]]
