In a shard of the mirror I have seen the face I will never forget.
I have dissolved into a million particles while the shell remains intact.
I will be demolished to return to you, to erase all I have lacked,
to be pulled into the transient space of the moment that we met.
Now the blood in my veins detains me, weighing me like chains of ice.
I lost my will; my heart is pounding ribs for another breath.
But I am tired of pretending when I need more than life and death.
A wilted blossom of useless hope is never going to suffice.
Hate is not enough to avenge all the dreams I have watched you burn.
You are a secret producing, nourishing my desire to be more than flesh,
and my disgust to discover I am only so much less.
Something basic, like the dust to which we all return.
Leave me here to destroy the world you claim to love,
to be creation and destruction of this enigma from above.
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