I stand
at the mirror,razor in hand.
In my reflection I see a familiar face over my shoulder,
Offering me happiness?
I see it in your hand,glistening like the sharp instrument that
is poised at my throat.
You offer the happiness tainted with misery,
But i grasp for it anyway,desperate,longing for its touch.Knowing
it is only food for you to grow strong.
I eat it hungrily,knowing the sweet taste of love,gagging on
the taint you add in secret.
I know your face Oh misery,I loved you so.
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