Wake up, you fool!
Oh, think not I’m a log;
I am awake now, only now.
See the tag: Brazen
But am I as branded?
Over, I’m late now.
A stain, stigma attached
But the cunningness escaped.
A clear mind sullied,
A right motivation perverted,
A sense of love spoilt,
The precision passed.
A wagging wolf approached,
An amenable prey subdued—
What’s left, an inflated heart,
Gliding over the maze passed.
Oh, you fool!
Spare not your heart that blindly,
The countenance can be moulded;
A satanic mind has been at works within.
Now, I see the inner curves, so pathetic, so ordinary.
This piece shouldn't be mistaken as what I hold deep down for Y, who I take as the beacon, hope and warmth of my poor bleached heart. It's for the other one who came to me like a satan in disguise, but, unfortunately, at the same time to reveal the evil magic of her fawning cunningness. But I am, by the grace of Triple Gems, resilient and haven't fallen in the abyss of self-torment. Thanks!
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