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metaphorical - on surface is about being confronted by a soldier and stabbed with sword |
| Blackened and charred you stand before me Clutching to cold metal as though not aware Eyes pierce the simplicity Your heat burns to overwhelm Sacrificing in passionate rage Steel penetrates flesh Cold, swift, final Fear spills amongst us Permeating in hot pulses of mortality Twisted, contorting, searing Your heat becomes as ice Blows inward to cover Tainted frost in putrescence The pale perfection lost to night Sole exhaustion entangled in these tears Severed to augment for eternal turmoil This fixation will remain But you will be lost |