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Dress me like a thief in the night,
to steal your heart when you least expect it.
I'm infected by your sickness, but baby I can't help it.
Kill me with your kindness,
and drown me with your benevolence.
Drenched in the trench of your liquor,
best drank chilled until I've had enough.
Your fumes are intoxicatingly decadent,
and best when I'm in love.
Drinking the blood from our relationship,
it's sweet as coke and rum.
Draining my soul into a cup for you,
so drink it while it's cold.
My body turns hard as rigamortus
when you're in reach for me to hold.
I'm trapped in your darkened cellar,
phased yet unafraid.
I would just down the dark spirit;
Because I love it, I couldn't fear it.
I'm poisoned, I can feel it
in my veins, and you would't heal it.
Stuck inside your starry stellar walls,
like I'm out of breath in outer space
You're locking the doors so that I won't escape.
Lost in our love-capades,
penetrated to the core like the hardest-core of porn
Therefore,
My clothes are Vantablack,
like a romance/horror filmed in noir.
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Introspect
Poetry(2017-19) "Here lies the dark thoughts and words of mine. We may be real; We will one day seize from existence. But a thought, intangible and imaginary, is beyond reality and may never die unless ignorance behold us. So although we'll one...
