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Bitter Sweet
Bitter passes through his lips,
and he relishes the flavor.
Sweet is something he gave up,
long refusing again to savor.
Sweet is for the contented man,
the one who's fat and safe.
Bitter is for the roving man
who's resolve shall never chafe.
He lets the taste define him,
harbors it inside his sole.
It stokes his inner fire,
and burns it up like coal.
Women he relinquished,
their skin soft and sweet.
Bitterly he shuns them,
forcing his beast to be discrete.
He couples him self, of course,
but only with his shivs.
By them his fate is dictated,
they decide if he dies or lives.
But there was a girl once,
young, not yet thirteen,
who made him stop and think,
who froze him with her scream.
He had to give her up,
he had to let her be.
He had to run to save her:
She can't grow up like me.
Bitter is his way of life,
it forms the path he takes,
it keeps him cool and level,
and guides him from mistakes.
But bitter often turns to sour,
the flavor that clouds and bends.
How can he be sure he's free
and not flowing with the trends?
His past may always haunt him,
those beasts and those good byes.
Though every time he remembers them,
not one fragment of him dies.
He thinks about how it could have gone,
how they all could have been killed,
how he could have chopped her up.
The last thought leaves him chilled.
She had to go and run away,
disobey his final command.
She had to go and look for him.
This wasn't what he'd planned.
She put her self in danger,
some thing kids tend to do,
he can't keep his disappointment hidden:
God, Jack. Fuck you.
He has to go and get her,
save her sorry little ass.
He'll go and be her savior,
his eyes shining like flint glass.
He's on his way to Crematoria,
the dark planet forged in heat.
And he knows that seeing her again
will be oh so bitter sweet.