I feel your cold presence
warm hands, but a cold soul.
I look into your hazel eyes
I see nothing else but emptiness
and leftovers by someone else
and yet
you're a home for my miserable soul
and my black diamond heart
wrapped all in one
from once being torn apart.
I'll change my name
while I hear the silence
breaking this moment
just before you turn into a rodent.
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