Dark Empath
The Shadow — has a Tender — Vein —
It learns in borrowed Light —
From Hearts once bruised — it reads the World
Yet sees — through wounded Sight —
A Narcissist — may weep for Praise —
Not Love — but Echo’s gleam —
Their “Trauma” — worn like Crown and Thorn —
A self-adopted Dream —
We trace the Ache — but not excuse —
For Cruelty — once born —
A Soul — may Bleed — yet still betray
The Trust — another — worn —
So — cast them to the Common Air —
Not hateful — but aware —
For Consequence — like Frost — will touch
The Petals — everywhere —
No Scorn — but Quiet Certainty —
That Justice walks — unseen —
And those who thieved the Warmth of Hearts —
Will feel — what Cold can mean —
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