I heard the footsteps
before the snarl
the angry thing
it grabbed me
and threw me far
Frozen like tepid crystal
I heard it crack
before the shattering
and the fall back
Today is the day
I died on the inside
the sun actually bright
with no place to hide
Picked up my own pieces
but used no glue
nothing too sticky
faith will see me through
Faith in love?
you ask with a laugh
and somehow it was
never a question
At least from my side
of the rickety bridge
that holds us here
for quite a ride
the thing it sways
and will unhinge
But you hold tight
until you can't anymore
the angry thing
awaits the gore
You shatter
scattering mess
No will no more
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