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Would you taste the sin of my lips
While laying me on your bed of swords
Heart first penetrating me with your cruel words
The blood caresses my lips
How I wish it were your fingertips
I wish we could touch as lovers do
Instead you use my body like a tool
You say things like me aren't meant to be loved
Yet come to me every night our bodies together like
Hands in a glove
Our sinful dance continues for hours
Until you cast me on the floor at your feet
Like dead flowers
As my rose petal essence leaves my body
Painting the white carpet
I wonder if I will finally be able to dream forever
As darkness surrounds me I smile faintly
Hoping to end my life as a tool.