STUBBORN

Her embrace gave the sweetest burns

all over my frozen, scrawny body.

I blanket my eyes with ignorance,

But her stare ripped through my eyelids.

She held out her white hands.

I yearn to feel their warmth again.

But a sharp bittersweet pain stung me

And its ecstasy lured me back.

And so the fool is once again

Trapped in the cage he built.

The hypocrite remains

A puppet in his own demented world.

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