A beggar for soul in my face,
the fairy of tears in my eyes,
the master of north in my heart,
the four winds in my mind,
the murderers act on my fingertips,
the child in despair in my feet,
the coward in my spine,
the whore’s tongue in my words…
What’s left of me in this shell
is what you’ve left me with
after you messed with my head,
took what you wanted and left.
Floods of tears rushing in,
but no consolation they bring
to a dead body and lost soul -
to someone lost within…
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