you came to me
with your mother's eyes
and you're father's lies
and as i stood
you stole the good
from me
never asking
basking
in everything i own
and all i've ever known
to be
i scream your name
through storms of flame
begging and pleading
short of breath
bleeding
please
what am i to do
i gave myself to you
and who would think
that in this minute
i'd see my future
and not be in it
as i fade
i see your face
grinning
winning
full of grace
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