Don’t gaze into the vastness of my eyes, you won’t make it out.
Like a child you extend your hand to the tantalizing glow of the stove,
Don’t follow me.
For both of our sakes, don’t look at me.
Your affection offends me, and mine is not to be found.
Drop the razorblade and count your fingers.
As it is told, beauty deceives with untold rigor.
Pay me nothing but my due wage of spite for my merciless work.
Leave me cold and thrashing in the waters you cannot wade.
We’ll both see silence soon enough either way.
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