Points of light illuminate
this torn existence
a blistered soul scorched by
my good intentions
Her aspirations innocently cast
reality implodes
sadistic fate it suffocates
despondence only grows
sweet communion polluted now
the ugliness of trust
bitter words and battle scars
i struggle for what was
The gravity of knowledge
i look at my reflection
reminisce of beauty
consumed by my good intentions
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