You rip into my soul

with claws made of glass

so that the blood

coats your colourless farce

With no spirit of your own,

you need to steal mine

but I have claws too,

for when you cross the line

A chameleon true,

you blend to survive

but you’re a life-sucker,

you leave none to thrive


I pity your struggle,

your meaningless life,

how sad must you be

to glean hope from strife;

You need my blood

as you’ve foregone your own,

and I’m glad I possess

what to you is unknown;


I long to fight back, but my heart knows love:

As much as it hurts, I will rise above.


via Daily Prompt: Above

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