My Soul of Despair


Looking to the East never gave me peace, but

Lifting up his shirt to feel his body heat.

Waking to the West so sure of my end, and

His brave soul to house my heart – take me in.

One eye to the hole to see who I gave next, for

Hearts weren’t meant to be used long-term anyways.


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