My Golden Man

My golden man isn’t golden but generic brass

He is not a rock but the river that flows pass

The type of man that shatters you like glass

My golden man stood silent during my downfall

Apathetic to my plight behind his frozen wall

Proof he’s brass at his core, not golden after all

My golden man, I drank every drop of your beautiful lies

When darkness falls, do you hear my tormenting cries?

Or are you proud of the role you played in my demise?

My golden man, desire has fled to hear you speak

I believed you were strong, but you’re only weak

Golden, you are not; you are just another brass geek

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