Debauched MoraleSo... I'll eat your cancer when you turn blackDebauched Morale by wikednesschime
Your second hand nonsense and my heart attack.
The waves of lust within rings of smoke,
Staring me down with instinct to provoke.
Falling ravens and glittered veins,
Whatever I touch, its life, I shall drain.
Scattered upon a tiled floor,
Without perception; an unlocked door.
Ceasing to kiss with desire to kill,
While the key in your heart does not exist still.
Forever more turning with artificial want,
The faking of love, with your death, I shall flaunt.
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