Nothing of your own
Take this flesh, this bone
Claim this twisted dream
And the piercing scream
Though you cannot feel
The pain that makes this real
And pulls drops of blood
Crimson heart's bud
Profess love you know not
For with lies you bought
A love meant for one who
Dared once to trust you
Whose words you took
And love you forsook...
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