‘no more than a shell’

if only i knew the rules of your game
then perhaps i’d know more of you
than simply your name
baked in the dying sun
of a day i’ll never see
eaten alive by the things you put in me
as all hope fades i wish that it weren’t true
but every time you disappear
i lose the way to you
and if i’d never believed
maybe there’d be something left of me to salvage
now though, the devil will get his hands
on no more than a shell


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