the only remnant of you/ is the lingering taste of sour cherry scones on my tongue/ i didn't leave you even when you gracefully cracked open her skull/you stood there in a pool of crimson and sticky cerebral sap/i thought you looked regal/ i remember how your blood stained hands roamed around my body painting it crimson/ i didn't leave you when you lodged a bullet in the brain of the guy who smiled at me/i should have left you/ but i couldn't dare to/ darling didn't you see how well i was entangled into your sickly smiles and saccharine lies?/ your bloodstained shirts and bruised hands should have repelled me/ but all i could do was gravitate towards you/ you were the sun of my galaxy/i could die for you/ but i was nothing, but a sick game to you/ you should have known/ i could tolerate your ethereal art of murder/but my love, i can't tolerate losing games/ you should have known that you could kill me, but you could never win from me/ now i wonder, would you ever get sour cherry scones in prison?
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