Shadows Flutter
in the half gone candlelight
Signaling the time for my performance.
Like a well tuned actress I turn to my audience.
An Oscar winning performance to an uncaring audience

In accordance with the pre-ordained stage directions.
Sad beauty reflected in the love smashed mirror
To him I grant remnants of a broken soul
The last dregs of all that makes me
All I have left to give.

His reluctance burns me
His glimmering eyes reproachful.
Pushing me further into my self made shell
Forcing me into breaking my soul further for him
Even though unquestionably that there is nothing left.

Like some cold,dancing puppet I play my given role.
The role of an unwanted but tolerated lover
Given me by cruel lost, forgotten Gods
Granted by lost broken souls
Heaven help me.


 
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