Ogre
It's so familiar and ancient
Strong pyramids of deterioration.
Can you read the bleeding scripture?
Follow the clues, then dig up a grave or two?
The keys collapse,
in your tender hands.
I abuse them dearly,
wait to eat the rust.
This is how I bathe,
in a bucket of vomit.
I swear, you're precious.
And not invited here.
Turn the other side.
Stare at my back.
It's what you can see.
All I have to show.
I cover you,
with a borrowed angel wing,
from a child in 1999.
I hide from an ogre,
that happens to be me..
that happens to love you.
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