The (Final) Judgement

I am my own death that follows me

(myself)

I am crumbling

jealous

dreading

Their love was silk that wounded

a tease for the one that cannot be loved

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My youth tortured me with love I knew wasn’t destined to be mine

& the dream of being happy possessed me,

but now I am cured.

I hide in blood

under the walls of my being-

The darkest place nobody can ever enter

now becomes again me.