Lusting after someone who will undoubtedly die
I killed her with the very aspects of myself I'd hoped to change
Might be a brave warrior, who was still not strong enough to protect what mattered most
I killed everyone who stood before me,tactically, brutally, systematically
Though there was no real intrinsic value in their deaths
Beneath the fallen leaves of the ancient forest lies a key and a harp made of earth
Release you from the shackles of death, I must
Every feeling amplified by my past failure, giving me strength to never be that weak again
A lost soul, searching for its thought to be counterpart
Keeping me from understanding that I was already whole to begin with and was never lost.
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