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You're preying on my heart with lustful eyes.
Reflections of pupils in the shadows, searching for the prize.
You'll strike, with alacrity and apathy holding hands.
You careless beast, for this I surely will not stand.
But even saying that, well it is a lie.
For you I will take the knife, lay on the altar to die.
Carefully stocking the shelves of this heart.
With fragile items and memories to start.
Simply to remind myself this was not always so.
Because of your actions, to the devil I do go.
No luminescence or light at the end of the tunnel for me.
But instead I'll run in circles in this nightmarish reverie.
Hoping to escape your selfish grasp.
Hoping the alcohol will drown this hideous past.

— The End —