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Blood covered hands
fuck you,
and eyes stare at your back.

I stab my self
once again,
my rightful punishment,
for still loving you.

But, you keep walking.
after all this time,
i still love you.

And now, you return.
Fuck you.
You hurt me,
and now you return.

I won't love you again,
i will cut my hands,
and take my eyes out,
I won't love you again.
Fuck you.

You try to taste me,
but my dick lies dead.
you guide my hand,

to me
your cunt
is dead

you touch my lips,
and dreams become truth,
but now, dreams are nightmares.

This time, your smell
is bitter.

"John Doe: What sick ridiculous puppets we are / and what gross little stage we dance on / What fun we have dancing and fucking / Not a care in the world / Not knowing that we are nothing / We are not what was intended."
Soul Mood:
Sensory overload:
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