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My voice choked, my heart panged,
My breath that hitched in my lung,
And the bells in my mind clanged,
Hearing the bitterness your soul sung.
My nails that digged into your skin,
And made your scarlet blood ooze out,
Exposed the black hole within,
And sucked in any lingering doubt.
For even if the scars remain,
And the trust is what was killed again,
You'll find yourself in the palm of my hands,
And bend your neck to get slain again.
- MORPHEUS