I once knew a man,
He lived a double life,
In one, the other in can,
Living in constant strife,
Pulled between the two,
Left him with so few,
He walked on a tight rope,
Step by step with balance,
One night he slipped,
And is now food for plants,
The slip, it wrecked her,
The her inside of him,
"How could you hurt me like that?"
"Drinking brings out my demons."
"Why can't you control it?"
"Its for us to control, not just me."
"What do you expect me to do?"
"I will heal you and then we will molt."
"Who do you think we will become?"
"That is past my knowledge, just grow."
"Where should be grow, love?"
"Compassion."
That was the last day,
He ever looked in the mirror.
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