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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My head was in a daze, I'd been down here for days. All in the name of love, you'd scream, so I let it happen to me. My skin is like fondant, you'd peel it back. I winced and whined, But didn't fight back. Your fingers scrape against my skin, trying to find a way in. My blood spills, you feel a thrill. Remove each rib, one by one. The damage will never be undone. “Perfection” is what you're trying to achieve, but is it really if it's damaging me? I wanted to scream, wanted to cry, maybe even die? But I'd felt too much and didn't want to give up. My throat clogs with blood, isn't this enough? You use your scalpel and take pieces of yourself and put them into me, your presence will always remain. I can't take much more, how long till four? The break of a limb, the catch of a fall, how many hours can I endure it all? You reach my lungs, injecting your venom into them. Clasping my hands won't save me now, I take it all. Make you proud.They fill my throat, I'm in defeat. What am i if not meat? No one likes snitches, and I was thought to keep. Your thirst for blood is too much for me. I make excuses, this is for love! feel pity for the pitless acts you do. My brain slows, and so do you. You grin with a glee, Thank me for this feast, rising to your feet. Tell me you'll come back for more, and tell me to say no more. My brain was clogged, what had you done? Can't think nor scream, what's wrong with me? Maybe tomorrow you will be nicer.
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