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My grasp for joy,

gently slipping away.

Then I got shot down.

The ground, again.

Baby, my lips feel dirt

instead of your taste.

You used to say,

remember those days...

Music played,

to me all was mute.

No more birth marks.

Purple is not the color.

Through a spy glass,

I see through the lies.

Laughs don't sound that way.

Couldn't count the

pints by blood count.

Washed away with

no goodbye.

Strength born human

has rotted.

This love,

work and no play.

Hit me that I'm clever.

Laugh that I beg.

Can't function this heart.

Not even breathe.

Was I not your satisfaction?

Oh.

One last ride.

I eye at the shimmering.

Kiss whatever's left

of the monster that beheaded

the innocent me.

Heh.

Rock and roll sex you call it?

I squeeze the oozing.

You plead at me.

Hmm.

Plead?

Pray?

How about scream.

What a role I've played.

To breed the fool

that you never knew

existed in you.

I thought you the devil.

It seems though

he had a bitch all along.