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A Ray
A Ray
These things are undone, left hanging hoked within the souls of its roots
I just wish to breath, to live but I am left with echoes that remind me that I am empty
Slowly a remedy of the tension was eased for the scales of balance
A hand that was given to hold, to guide, to care left an infant on a shore with night armour
I was right, that was me, the real me but now I am desperate,
Hands are stretched out, please come back just this once
Creatures’ inside my mind are thoughts that shun me, a culprit for your leavings
Did it hurt?
I know
Please tell me you held up, waiting for my grasp yet I failed you
I am ashamed of your love, a stain I am,
How I wish to be baptised maybe this halo ache will lay me to rest
No ray
Why did you apologise like you knew your time has ticked
If not, then you wouldn’t be the only one cold under while she is trapped and begging
I hate you