You don't cry
You don’t cry
Doesn’t, I know, if yes, then it is just a dramatic comedy
only. Feed your cruel soul, gurgle your dark blood
in your heart. Your being grows fat in a suffering fool
This guy loved your dove, she was in disguise, well
I was wrong. I drink the dark clotted blood of my mistake
– cursed price. My blood is dry, a vulture eats my corpse
Don’t cry
Just fly
I was
your victim.
You were
my reaper
Waiting for you
my angel
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