Dénégation
Breaking down fast; it feels like fever
The sun has turned black and the stars are dim
My sore heart; through it a butcher's cleaver
And solitude coming loose at the hem
My mind is lost and my heart seems to bleed
No thoughts enter my mind except for one
It screams at me, that it is you i need
The hollowness of my mind i have shun
I see your beauty; blind to all but you
I could not see; with you my way i found
Thoughts devoured by everything you do
Hopelessly, always to you i am bound
Though i plead my mind not to think of it,
I love you; something i will n'er admit.
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