Seems perilous
Someone moulded
Somehow
Became darkest fantasy
Love it
Though loudly wailing
And object

All working on
Different levels
Going through different perils
Love to be enslaved
Enjoying
This life rave
Roar, raw
Cook it rare
Oh what a pair

Turning point
Anoint me with hate
Jealousy and heresy
Our birth -right
Abuse bound
Your sound
Enthrals me

Must I be the one
To walk away again
Shed another skin
The onion peels
Reveals
More blood
Stinging eyes
Bloodshot
Love forgot

I see hell in our future
Satan in your eyes
The pipe brings
Swift relief
Then pain
With your last gasp
I choke
Broken

With my final breath
I exalt you
Do I disappoint you so?
Not wishing to die
But only for death
This heathen bond
There’s no comfort in words
Concepts guide us
Yet tie us
To uneven
Unreal reality

Buy me sunrise
By dawn I’ll be dead
You said dirty love
Is better
Than none
Each moment we spend
The poison reaches deeper
Closer to my heart
It stops

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