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I won’t cry when you die,

When you drift into the darkness:

No tears, no wails

Just stone-cold silence.

I won’t scream if you hurt me,

Be it with steel or words:

No blood, no shivers

Just the whimper of a heart unheard.

But seeing you in his arms,

Thinking of you with him:

Searing pain, mindless wrath

A tearing nightmare, a burning dream.