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My eyes fall upon mysterious confusion
That flits underground in your heart made of fear.
No fortunes befall me, I can only stare
And hope that my gaze will be met.
The demon feigns love, the opportunity
I can only scoff at and gloss over.
He holds my hands, I try to feel nothing
Except the heartache that terror has birthed.
His amusement is fashioned from his sickness,
I don't push him to me or pull him from me.
I can only watch as two ruins collide,
I can only watch in dismay as destruction takes place.
Part of me is scared and cautious,
The rest of me is waiting, in a callous manner,
For the second shoe to drop.
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That flits underground in your heart made of fear.
No fortunes befall me, I can only stare
And hope that my gaze will be met.
The demon feigns love, the opportunity
I can only scoff at and gloss over.
He holds my hands, I try to feel nothing
Except the heartache that terror has birthed.
His amusement is fashioned from his sickness,
I don't push him to me or pull him from me.
I can only watch as two ruins collide,
I can only watch in dismay as destruction takes place.
Part of me is scared and cautious,
The rest of me is waiting, in a callous manner,
For the second shoe to drop.
7-17-12
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