I am pain
the absense of pleasure.
All that is profane
to me is tethered.
With emptiness and despair
I am forever intertwined
hearts in need of repair
I count as trophies of mine.
My existance is perception
temporary and transient
I do not aim for redemption
my presence is permanent.


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