My product is not me
hence I am a medieval, ancient being
you can claw away surfaces
yet you will find no blood
that can melt your anxieties
blood is never endless
there was a door somewhere
it may have led nowhere
funny how you lost the key
funny how you never had a key
disappointingly
yet,
I do blame things
like you
or things and creatures
like myself
when the sore serpent plays a fluent
a fang does pierce the air
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