last time I said it was,
you hollowed the soul of what was mine,
can I begin at the end,
yet the start was stolen,
broken glass across the floor,
blood gushing,
feet open and worn,
for the world is not mine,
yet the crimson river is,
under the star of sun covered lies,
you covered the eyes,
I asked not for the swollen kingdom,
yet you gave it to me…