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Tilted whispers 
I see the day 
But love I not 
For fake I play 
Crumbled darkness 
I bow my head 
For skin in light 
Let me be dead 
Behold this curse 
a gentle fall 
but love you not 
to hear me crawl 
Come hide my snag 
a jagged tusk 
to seek soft red 
beneath the dusk 
Let steal the heart 
Its broken rhyme 
for rotten breath 
reeks endless time 
Take this pointy 
and bitter taste 
here thrust it’s silver 
and see me chased 
Forget my mirror 
its presence stole 
my demon mask 
and poisoned soul

The Visitant