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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