You are my Angel
So bitter in your innocence
Do not trust me
For I am a dreamer
In your cruel stare
I can taste your fear
You run
But not to be chased
For you, the hunter
Is being hunted
Breathe in the smell
Of stale death
Now I see you
Cowering
Where does it hurt?
It's the smell…
Can't wash it off?
What a shame
You are my shame.

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