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Ashes to ashes
You know, we were one and we shared everything,
but suddenly you went out of your way only to bring
all that we built into chaos and sin
and as it collapsed you fled to him.
But things I possess, possess me as much
as I possessed you with not only my touch,
when I made you moan and I made you cry,
for me to lose interest, you have to die.
With this bloody knife I fulfilled what I plight.
We met in this alley in shimmering light,
as I took your hand, you, with all your might,
tried to flee and to run into this twilight.
But a sudden stroke with this blade to your back,
and the one coming after that to your neck,
made you succumb to my words and your body go slack,
and after some time your world became black.
I lost what I had, what I thought was my heart,
so I ripped out yours, tore it apart
and I took your body hastily and rash
and dumped this garbage into the trash.
When you took your last breath, it took me a while
to see what I'd done, now I sit here and smile
memories will haunt me, those of me and you,
as sad as it is, this story is true.
but suddenly you went out of your way only to bring
all that we built into chaos and sin
and as it collapsed you fled to him.
But things I possess, possess me as much
as I possessed you with not only my touch,
when I made you moan and I made you cry,
for me to lose interest, you have to die.
With this bloody knife I fulfilled what I plight.
We met in this alley in shimmering light,
as I took your hand, you, with all your might,
tried to flee and to run into this twilight.
But a sudden stroke with this blade to your back,
and the one coming after that to your neck,
made you succumb to my words and your body go slack,
and after some time your world became black.
I lost what I had, what I thought was my heart,
so I ripped out yours, tore it apart
and I took your body hastily and rash
and dumped this garbage into the trash.
When you took your last breath, it took me a while
to see what I'd done, now I sit here and smile
memories will haunt me, those of me and you,
as sad as it is, this story is true.
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