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flames

Kill the flame before you become it
before you’re licking up messes with a torn up tongue
and bleeding out from broken knees
vision blurry as she carries you to your own bed
because she likes to watch you lie down
as she sets more flames to your burning ceiling
and sells your soul to the first demon who makes a sound
saying she’s forced to pass her hell around
as if her lips are made of gasoline and charcoal
until the bitter taste of broken lust is no longer stuck in her mouth
but she looks at you with the the kindest eyes
now in need and more human
saying if you truly cared
you would have paid your weight
in love filled veins
to her darkest devil by now.

 

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