45. What are you?

The evil mind asks, "What are you?"

House of cards.
That breaks at a tiny whisper.

Broken strings.
That nobody can play a melody on.

Dead weight.
That nobody wants to carry to the  final exit.

Reckless mistake.
Made, forgetten yet reminded about.

Wrecking ball.
Destructive kisses as you walk.

Monster with a halo.
Shooting bullets at every love.

Or perhaps,

Just a little lonely girl,
Lying awake on a moonless night.

Drawing majestically with silver,
That turns crimson red.

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