The times I've looked and your looking around,
have made me feel like I've let you down.
The hours of stillness and not a sound,
within the silence my confidence drowns.
But I still love you.
Treat me how you will.
Keep me in your view,
my self worth you can kill.
The names you've called to yell,
towards an excepting guy like me.
I will let you lock me in hell,
but still, it's only you I'll see.
I will love you still,
and let you bleed me dry.
I'm here for you to kill,
by your hands I'm here to die.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Self sacrifice the ultimate redemption for the giver and the other. Set in myth as well as religion. The offering accepted by the gods as worthy of redemption and a love offering. Well penned
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