Do you know?

Do you know how much it hurts me,

When you say that, when you do that, when you are that?

Do you understand what you lose when you
say, do and are all of these things?

Or maybe you are no more
then these things that I hate

That I fear and that we are.
Maybe one day these things will come clear to you

Or maybe they won't and you will die screaming
as your life is stripped from you by the object
the thing that you have lost.

by Zealot

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