Infinitely sad
terrorized by my own
fleeting thoughts
abandonment
judgment
unholy sacrifices
death...
stalking me
all these things
i think about these things
and i know,
when it comes down to it
there is no joy to bring
when the candle light is burning
and the last drop of wine
dissolving on my tongue,
and your perfect face
has been wasted
in my undeserving thoughts
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