by Francesca Thrash
My truest companion, the spawn of my hate,
Arriving too early, departing too late.
My every desire, my killer of joy,
A nuclear weapon, every child's toy.
You're ever too simple to be understood,
You lie never sinning, you're above any good,
A flow'r by a gravestone, a child with the dead,
A puddle of gravel where one has been bled.
Agony is living within your embrace,
Pure joy is seeing the hate in your face,
Explanations allude me, ignorance is bliss.
I'd sell all my demons for the death of your kiss.
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