Falling to Rise

You're standing right beside me staring at me with those piercing eyes.

You're not seeing what I'm made of, but you're seeing what's inside.

 

You're stripping me down

Till I'm less than flesh,

Till I'm less than bone,

Making me feel like we're not standing shoulder to shoulder

But you're sitting on a throne.

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