Escape from me, I beg.
You’re skulking about like swine
in my late noon shadows.
Let go of my coat,
and give me the silence
I have longed for from the
moment I first heard your voice.
I am so tired,
of being the strongest.
Underneath the electric facade,
that you think gives you life,
is a tearful carrier of
bad news;
You can not be saved.
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