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Between this solemn divide

Poison

There’s poison

A rose bitter black but still rooted

A host that can no longer stand

Enemy to the weakened nature

Of the man with cocksure head

Parasitic

Masochistic

Drain the life

And fuck them dead

Like a worm of the dirt

Feels the salt of the earth

No more closing my eyes

When the last petal dies

Lamia

Feed for the thirst

Bleed me of my innocence

I’m born from out the earth