one more hero

dry your smoke-stung eyes
so you can turn off the light,
and see for the first time.
shred your skin
so you can feel more
than what your heart can.
tear off golden shackles 
so you can hurt
for the last time.
leave behind rags of fade
so they can see
one more time.

one last time,
at least they’ll see.
feel, hurt.
streak of black never fit well
in red hot cracks,
but a cracked heart
never made
for a hearted hero.

so pick up your long lost cape,
don your rusty armour
take off your mask in irony
and let the hero out.

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