But when you do, you'll think about
The person you killed to make me
Into the one who must fall to a knee
Quell her spirit and forget to breathe
So you can choose to believe
You improved me by quenching the fire
That lit my eyes, flamed desire
Filled every word that turned your head
For the slave you wanted, mourn the dead
Lament each spark you drown
Even the one that drew you to the sound
Of a tempest's laughter
And nothing again will matter
Without my spark to fan your flames
Try to enjoy the shell which remains
Dark thoughts tend to lead to better poetry, but it is hard to think dark thoughts when someone adorable is smiling up at you. Know what I mean?
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