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My name is a curse upon your lips

My blood is a vessel for your malice

My eyes, sunken like ships on fire

You wrap me in a shroud of death

A wax simulacrum of my broken body

You press yourself against me as I melt

Seeping into every hidden space

Would you have mourned the loss of me?

Poured me into a vessel and lit the wick?

What value lies in true possession of a soul?

How can I release this guilt?

Would you have mourned the loss of me?

Poured me into a vessel and lit the wick?

What value lies in true possession of a soul?

How can I release this guilt?

I use it as a weapon against myself

You

Have failed me

Of your own volition