think back to how sweet your eyes used to be
the warm seduction of your lying tongue
my warped brain had you on a pedestal
now it has you face down in a ditch
the rotting carcass of someone who was never real
i see through those eyes
deep into that arctic soul
and i know that you will die alone
you travel with wolves who crave your flesh
who bare their teeth and suck you dry
and they will find another feast
once your bones have been picked clean
nothing left for the vultures
my heart is full of tombstones
i visit them every day
leave flowers for those loved ones
who have all just faded away
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