Caught in a moment of weakness, bound but I am free to walk alone.
Locked away, but drawn by your magnetism to find the key that I have always held.
If only I could take away what plagues you, there would be nothing new.
If only I could steal one last look I would be indebted and forever yours.
My eyes will remain closed until I can be presented your gift, but by doing so will I miss what lies before me.
With eyes wide shut I fall in to the abyss and now all that is here for me is the black grip of the void.
Beauty is what brought me here and beauty is what has dug my grave.
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