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Lack of Sym(phony)pathyThere’s not much left to give,
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Sucked dry, down to the marrow,
And the kings and queens tax upon thy burned soul,
Casting to the fish, instead of the mermaids.
Eager to be lost,
Taken away from the breast,
Which soured and turned to poison long ago.
When rust and hooks matter no longer,
They fade into nothing,
But never fast enough to escape,
The roaring tides, the screaming winds,
That break and destroy my gate.
O’ what to give,
To no longer be a part of this dying hive,
The honey is rotten,
And they said it would only crystallize.
Lies, lies, lie,
Lies on a cut-out tongue,
Leave no wonder for the days ahead,
Sooner prefer to be gone,
Soon prefer to be dead.
The sociopath under the roof,
Gives no ear to me,
And cares not for the weeping of demons,
Even though it speaks of love.
Speaking only to a wall of bricks,
Impossible to break down,
Impossible to fix
Death sided with day,
While the night chose to live,
But these mere mortal terms have no m