She remains untamed
Her core hostility gleaming in her eyes
Hidden behind a red door
I had kept her in chains awaiting her demise
She weeps the years I'm missing
While I shut my mouth & strike the demon
Her eyes questioning all my treachery
As I blindly force the wounds to deepen
After I have exhausted myself
She gathers what she has left
Regardless of troubled respiration
She says this in a single breath
"I am the dream that sickens your hands
An inspiration to the rage you do not desire
And even though you weep rivers & oceans
I will always be your unending fire."
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