You can pull the trigger

I’ll show you with my words

Does it make you feel bigger?

I can be so much worse…


All I ask is to listen

But your ears are detached wire

For my touch, you keep wishing

But I will spare you the ruthless burn of my heart’s fire


You fail to get to know me

Make you wish you never

Blinded by your ignorance

I can only appear cold like December


When you read my mind, you lose yours

I told you I can be so much worse

Refining and directing your focus like an editor

Making use of this beautiful possession I call character



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