Last Days

Fractured shards
Upon the floor
Turn the other cheek
Beg silently for more
Give me that cleansing pain
That slice through skin
That sharp stiletto blade
Sharp word-honed razor thin
Give me that purity of pleasure
The waves from oceans deep
Born in dark hidden places
Where stolen secrets sleep
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