I will take from you
That which you love the most
One extraction at a time
Premeditated
Slow

Demons howl
Cold winds blow
Starting with what encompasses all

Down you go
There you lay
No surgeon’s knife
Will cure this malaise

Tilting your head
Watching the clock
Your soul shrivels
Body rots

I shall kiss you on the head
Bid you farewell
And meet you at the gates of hell

Down you go




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