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Thy Reality

They eagerly divide what’s left of me.
Soul and heart go wanting.
Unwanted, unheeded,
No ones fool but my own.

Muscle, blood and bone
for the butcher’s bill when it’s due.

Dreams of you ripping away
the comfort in sleep.
No more does the dark beacon and bid me rest.
A new hell awaits when I close my eyes.

My heart is heavy and near to breaking
and still they come
Day after dim, empty day
Waking to the fact
that despite what I dream
you’re gone.