Friday, August 21, 2020

A Spring in the Forest

I look into your eyes

My sins are wiped clean

You smell like candle light

I don't know what that means

But it gives me a fright


I jump into your arms

I'm caught by a machine

So cold and lacking warmth

Like a specter in a dream

I know I've been warned


You drop me like filth

Into the fetid stream

Emptied of my wealth

Too broken to even scream

I long for my death 

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