striking, striking this shivering frame;

a thousand blames within, without;

whose cries, whose blades, whose wounds are these?

whose hurts? whose shame?

sickening, sickening this septic touch;

a thousand shocks in fragile veins;

whose heart beats with rotten blood?

whose fear? whose pain?

clawing, clawing this thieving hand;

a thousand nights etching echoing dreams;

whose voice cries out for reprieve?

whose turn? whose fate?

freezing, freezing this silencing fear;

a thousand soft wings wrapping tighter, tighter;

whose gentle kindness speaks inside?

whose voice? whose voice?

crystallizing, crystallizing - how radiant is this;

a thousand, thousand facets, deep and shining;

whose scars of jewel, whose blood of glass?

whose light? whose sight?

whose heart unshattered?

i shine.

i shine.



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