That fate which condemns me
To wallow in blood
Has also denied me
The joys of the flesh.
This face, the infection
Which poisons our love…
This face which earned
A mother’s fear and loathing.
A mask, my first
Unfeeling scrap of clothing.
Pity comes too late!
Turn around and face your fate!
An eternity of this
Before your eyes…
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