I have made you mad.
And we are worse than any death experienced
With eyes wide open.
But your sweet sounds finished
When your heart drowned in poison.
You were infested by my wretched veins?
How so?
Your flaws allowed me to taste your sin
The sweetness excited my tongue like a blaze
You thrilled and pursued it endlessly...
Until I gave you what was mine.
And you made it yours.
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