Whilst on this stage
You play your many parts
Inside these bones
Lies my splintered sickening heart
Crawling with dread
On the inverted mirror’s rim
Mind’s eyes see blindly
And fester cruelly within
Fear, acerbic, cuts out my tongue
Hope, now hopeless, is overthrown
Under your pall of darkest censure
Perch I here, jaded and prone
At the verge of a precipice
And I cannot recall
Should I turn away and live
Or forgive and fall?
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