Who’s responsible, for
That dark patch, can’t scrub it
Off my skin. Why, it’s a stain.
Not me, maybe me. Was it then
Couldn’t be, I let you in. You loved
Liar, perhaps stupidity did. Sorry, I mistook
For somebody else. Please leave
Now, I can’t look upon this mess anymore.
I weep, oh folly, I weep.
Many questions, countless reasons. But I
Still don’t know. Why?
Fuck the maternal bonds, or the supposed Soul-
To Mate – the necessity of life?
Kill me then,
Here and now.
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