The heart, if claimed, would not be possessed.

The devil shed tears on the night you were born. The world had been given something beautiful that could not be tarnished.

Angels and Demons, alike, shed tears on the night you were born. I know not which shed were tears of joy and which were of sorrow.

My other self suffers in my laughter.

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alas! a final revelation,

no more steps backward

after so much contemplation

No more steps backward

I'm the me I'm meant to be

vice dropped, virtue mastered

I'm the me I'm meant to be

alas! a final revelation,

to bring forth the new me

alas! a final revelation,

no more steps backward

only the slightest hesitatio

Rather Hated than Forgotten

I've inscribed stanzas upon my heart, in

tiny letters to beguile you near, to

put in pain the fervor I endure, when

the aim of my desire is cold; is you.

My self-lacerations scab and I peel,

to keep fresh these scars which speak of an us,

no physician sought; only you can heal,

my festering lesions, dripping with pus.

Wound for a wound: all things commensurate,

thus my scribe to your flesh does take it's turn,

contempt of my quill quite inveterate.

Passion is passion; may your fire burn.