Gentle boundless Monsters formed
Did you embrace the shadow I became?
My quiet hands, still tethered to grace.
The world whispers, shaping me in flame.
Fangs grow where soft words once took their place.
My quiet hands, still tethered to grace,
Hold against ruin, the weight of despair.
Fangs grow where soft words once took their place,
Yet tenderness lingers beneath the glare.
Hold against ruin, the weight of despair.
Is my kindness lost, devoured by grief?
Yet tenderness lingers beneath the glare—
Monsters are myth, born seeking relief.
Is my kindness lost, devoured by grief?
The world whispers, shaping me in flame.
Monsters are myth, born seeking relief.
Did you embrace the shadow I became?
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