Porphyria Got Off Easy
Porphyria got off easy
If she truly loved
To remain would be
Self inflicted agony
Hell
Because he will leave you
Walk away and leave you
Child
And spin you around so
In the night so
That in the end
Half of you will want
Though the other half
Will die
Better to be whole dead
In his hands
Then half so without
Him
Porphyria got off easy
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