I have to figure something out

She laid in golden hues
what you used to paint for me,
and she sang as if I was
not there at all.

And now, I think I’m the
evil void – forcing upon
you a shade of blue you’ve long
fought to kill, no?

I think I fucked it up
for the both of us when I
claimed my hollowness my own
burden only.

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