Never theirs to hold
Never one to be told
"Mine" to protect
Defend, 9 crimes
Please add one more
It is the soul that dies
Yet again
Rebirth it in the morning
This mourning yet alone
Not yours to be
You don't claim me
Not anymore
So maybe
I Depart from
the shore
Sail away this tornado
A hurricane of ....
Losses
Floating, lost in verses
Flying like a fucking
Frisbee through space
Mistake
Again
Hoping for more
Yet reality's dogs checked in
They don't stop, their bark
Is deafening, just talkers
Can't stop whispering
Their tears withering
Hoping for the sun
Have you not understood yet ?
Detachment's balm
The darkness that
Inside I hold
Will the universe unfold?
Now that you are old ?
Made from a broken mold
To ashes I turn
In fire reborn
A dragon ... once more.
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