This is all wrong...
My magick was naught, but a sad song.
All along, your intentions were wrought with
Rusty prongs

Belial beseeched you so
You put on a thong.
You poisoned my blood,
And though I preached love
I've been forsworn.

It tore me in two,
To no longer belong
Lost in the throng of
Faceless pawns

Tasteless lawns
**** the fruit, lest it pours from a flagon
Lukewarm, like the colostrum
We licked at once we were born.

Before all of this... form
We were one another's pornhub
Maybe I'm just "tootin' my own horn" but,
That's still better than being stillborn.