I Can Only Trust Myself

At midnight, I lay, when all beauty is asleep             
But alas I am not beautiful. I would rest,          
If I were not searching. Searching the deep thawed depths 
Of my soul--my inner being, gold and black is she-       
Fortune filled yet villainous— yes, searching for hope.   
Hope that I can rid myself of your shadow creeping.       
I beg of you this- pull the trigger, set me free          
For all of eternity. For you see, I know and              
I see you; I know all that you have done to me.     
I know. I know. I know.                             

The End

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