Power, Past, and Pain’s Exsanguination【POETRY】

Power, Past, and Pain’s Exsanguination

Be still, my friend,
And ask to never see your past again.
Yet it was the scaffolding for the feet you walk with,
But the same thing that tore at your skin.

I fear, dear friend,
Your growth has yet to complete.
But do not plunge the needle into your tender meat.
As you kneel, eyes locked with mine,
You know you can have a calm end.
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But my Queen, my Idol,
For all your resilience, you render me annul.
No one can beat down what you’ve slain, and,
Of every share of the world, you carry them all.

You’re the Queen, the Idol.
You resemble all, but I’m afraid you are not all.
While you walk, I crawl.
I have the mind of a man
But the hands of a doll..

Tell me, my Queen, my Idol,
Will it be worth the nightmare?