Your flesh only knows corruption.
Your nature falls for
delusional hearts.
The ones who will betray you,
you love them the most.
Bragging about your eyes
when you are blind,
bragging about your spirit
when you are soulless
will only leave you
in the middle of the road
begging for a place to stay the night.
Going back to your curses
is the only thing you know,
since you are also
disappointing as fuck.
And go fuck her,
may her body unravel in your fingers,
and flow through them,
in pieces,
in a foul stream,
so that you can feel
what is she really made of.
I showed you what I was made of.
Some people can't tell gold
from garbage.
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