In mine, I plead and wait for your touch to come like it always did.
But it never does.
I strain against the iron, but you’re no longer there in the shadows.
One single shard of deep dark hope was enough back then.
My claws, your fangs have sunk deep.
Follow my trail of blood,
my trail of anger, desolation.
Am I the same man?
Brewed on vengeance,
laced with tenderness,
my fury for you.
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