And he bleeds and bleeds and weeps
Upon the sheer horror of his existence
Days on end of painful remembrance
That cuts so deep it spills into his sleep
Baffled, frazzled and confused, he
Thinks himself as a martyr
His all life long been a satyr
Estranged from love how could he? Be.
Her curse spread beyond the grave
Beyond mind and body she craved
To possess him so utterly,
He would turn into a zombie
Please Love, Please live, know how
To be freed from the past.
Break, burn, bury that cast
Out of the ashes phoenixes regrow
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