Sweet Dispair

A cold night,

crisp and chilling.

A biting itch,

painful and killing.

A played heart,

broken and pouring.

Trained in pain,

it had the touch.

A simple word,

A simple answer.

A hating heart,

A loving mind.

"Do you love me?"

A loud chuckle.

"What does that mean?"

An evil glance.

"Who would love you?"

This is your sweet dispair.

A saddened heart,

A thankful soul,

This is your sweet Dispair.

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