The throne centered in my drifting thoughts,
Is readily open to another,
For you completely lost your dignity,
Judas,
When you deceived this very soul.
The golden crown of memory I donned upon your delicate head,
Returned to my yearning hands.
The satin robe of trust that gracefully engulfed your body,
Torn to shreds right before your treacherous eyes.
The thoughtful rose that instantly blossomed from a lonely heart,
Has now struck your own,
Leaving permanent scars to remind you of what you can no longer attain:
Freedom from your crime.
I pity you.
All because of your own foolish behavior;
Lost all that could have been treasured the most:
My precious soul.
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Submission Name: Nirvana Lost.
