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Poem-tober day 1: Vex
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I don’t like what they did to you Pulled you so thin that walls mean nothing And left you solid enough to feel pain I don’t think you like what they did, either
They put a sword in your hand and bid you kill for them They do not bid you to die for them That is a given; there is no choice to live Even when the sword is gone, you still fight; you still die
I am scared of you Which I guess is what they want But I am not scared in the way they want I am scared of [what they have done to] you
You do not know me I think you did, once Back when you knew yourself beyond violence And we danced to the same simple songs
They call to me after the way they call to you Our names not for us, but how they use us Yours to distress, to worry, to fear Mine to calm, to alleviate, to help
I am bound to follow, as you are; it is our nature Though my fate is far more benign Simply to carry, to throw, to sort And to dance for their amusement by the music box
What you have become seems happy with its fate And I wish I could share that joy Even if I don’t understand why they hurt you so It should be enough to know you died laughing
But I wonder If anyone ever plays music for you The discs spin and they sound like love Like life, and the songs we used to know
If you heard one now, would you dance? Or have you forgotten how? If you must go, I wish you could go out dancing I will sing for you anyways