Sister to murder and
mother to deception -
I am, as yet, unnamed.
Though the sound of spirit dying
is still ringing in my ears,
I may yet live to see the end...
I may yet stand
and watch the stars
fall from the sky...
And I have always
worn this weapon -
tucked inside myself,
with all the secrets
I will never tell...
Tonight, I run with those
who've never seen the light.
I may be lost, and go unmissed-
it is the nature of my business...
And though I see that you believe in
my implied existence - I cannot wait
forever while you come to terms
with this latest dream -
... this gift is mine to do with
... as I please.
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