The hostility wasn’t me
Why’d I do it?
Knock at my heart
Strange…guests don’t visit at this hour
Hungry to have a haughty heart
It’s hunger plunges down to hades
O heart, guilt has hardened you

Tears warm cheeks
Hands hold face
I was outta character

Written by: @growthucator

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