Gamblera
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i walk among the night of dead stars
no lips ever said my name, no hand touched my own
collecting the years like ash, indifferent dust.
the stars are wounds, each one a watching eye
that mocks the ugly truth etched on my skin.
i spoke to voids (foids) that do not answer back
they only see me for what i lack.
desire is killing me, every girl i wanted have fled. am i a monster? hope was already born dead.
if gods exist, they shun the shape of me, and i, unclaimed, become their proof of failure.
let the dark seas rise and burn the sky, nothing lives in me that fears to die.
no lips ever said my name, no hand touched my own
collecting the years like ash, indifferent dust.
the stars are wounds, each one a watching eye
that mocks the ugly truth etched on my skin.
i spoke to voids (foids) that do not answer back
they only see me for what i lack.
desire is killing me, every girl i wanted have fled. am i a monster? hope was already born dead.
if gods exist, they shun the shape of me, and i, unclaimed, become their proof of failure.
let the dark seas rise and burn the sky, nothing lives in me that fears to die.





