Dearest Beloved of my Heart,

To know me, do not look at my porcelain skin…
Lest the color of my skin becomes my sin…
To love me, do not seek to own my heart…
Lest it breaks when you depart…

The ones you speak of, the ones I betrayed…
In my soul they left their blade…
On my life I swear to you, ’tis not I who drew first blood…
But it was I who slayed their brood…

How could I leave them free to roam…
When all they do is spread infectious gloom…
I will not run… Karma will find me hanging from the crescent moon…
With tainted blood on my hands, making me swoon.

Blaze
The beast was here all along…


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