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The walls seem

To match

The colour of

What si flowing

From your chest

And running wild

A vibrant soul

Whose only goal

Is to twitch and die

A wretched spoil

Writhing in

Its own waste

I waited so long for you

As you waited here for me

Then I welcomed you with

A closed, spiked glove

Poison in your veins

The taste of metal on your tongue

The guilt of wronging

A feeling missing in your heart

Swallow me...