i smiled as they lit the match
for the funeral pyre of my innocence
i remember how we laughed gaily
and danced around the roaring flames
as i offered myself up to the gods of corruption
not caring that i could never turn back
but now that the flames have turned to ash
and the revelers have gone
i stare bleakly at the spot where i sacrificed myself
the spot where nothing stands but dust
and wonder if that is all i was worth.

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