The Giving Hand

nurtured in the way of death

supreme discovery

wilted awake

torturing the slumber of your destiny

the giving hands are tied

your words that lied

as you laid with me

forsaken trust shattered my lust

skin with no name on my lips

from behind i showed you who i was

now you know all of me

not the inside

that part is safe

a secret you will never know

my shadow is all you know

you try to hide within it

they can still see you

a wilted rose of flame and blame

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