broken things, rotten things
dead but not forgotten things
you stalk me
and block my way
but can you take my breath away?
it seems
i have the realist dreams
i sacrifice myself to you
body and soul
but through and through?
there's something i can't give to you
i walk along
coal to ash
i wear your skins
you've marked me
you are my trophy
and if it seems as though i love you
it's because i do
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