Beautiful Creation You Created *

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You are my creator,

The beautiful painter,

Who painted such a wreak,

What beauty do you see in your creation?

For those thorns only prick my skin,

And my mask,

So cracked from the lies you've painted,

Darkness that forever chases after me,

The demons it hides,

Tell me, creator,

Why ever create such a destroyed piece of art?

My rose is held by my bloody hands from the thorns,

And those same hands that were used to strangle you in your slumber,

Tell me, creator,

The dying rose pedals that lay before my feet,

Are they my dead dreams?

Why ever create something like me?

I was your hidden demons,

I was your masterpiece,

And I will forever hate you,

For creating something like me.

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