To sacrifice, Is to deposit into a negative bank account
Now, my position claims millions in dept
I keep them in drawers shut away Lock-and-key
In certain centuries in my day, I desire to unravel
My question of the why's, where's, and what's
Do you ponder down memory lane when the moon is full?
They have transformed with my raw emotion,
And I don't believe I can recall the color
But I'm sure it's stained beyond my power
To rinse clean with forgiveness and forget
Before the spill, I saw ravenous vividness
Perhaps, I'll create from these a cloth
Because In my thought life,
I cannot perceive you as a human being
But just perhaps, a ruined fabric
Of mistakes and time.
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