Who are you, sincerely?
I only ask for the pleasure
of watching you drown
the answer.
I'd have you know; however,
were you to flee, disgusted
by a naked mind,
I'd be alone.
Consider me then shackled!
Forbidding escape,
and to keep me by you,
even should I turn ill.
I lift this facade to
a visage of sweet sorrow,
that which, for me, is bottomless,
is emptiness to you.
Oh the quality of clarity!
To have kept veiled such beauty
would be truly repulsive; a tragedy
unto your own self.
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