Talking to you is like listening to me
If I were deaf and blinded
I scream and scream reality, but you sift through your illusions
You are drowning deep inside the quicksands of your own timing
I’ve shown you roses, pure and true, made in my blood and tears
You chose my thorns, you silly fool, too focused on your fears
Then, as your skin is shredding, you blame me for your pain
Though I point you wanted this, you’re blinded with your shame
A goddess asked you to love her
but you chose death instead
A goddess laid bleeding upon your lawn
but you chose the voice in your head
This is fine, it is your will, not mine to override
I’ll watch again as you go screaming, pulled out by your own tide
I’ll wave goodbye and slowly sigh, as I watch you drown again
A lifeboat, a preserver, a life vest and my love
Lay lost and all forgotten on this beach of all your losses
Yet I am eternal, perfect, imbued, hidden in the plainest of view
My tears will bleed, and my petals will blossom
With or without you
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