I stand before you with hopeful eyes
Your edges are glistening, sharp as knives
A familiar image nostalgia contorted
Eyes empty pools, black, distorted
Duality is opposites on the same thread
Scales balanced, joy the bedfellow of dread
A siphon of energy a thief in the night
But is it really stealing, if I don’t fight
I burned bright as the sun, a dying supernova
Your handiwork imploded my false ...