What a waste A memory in me now stuck to devour my days.
Beyond it now what is left for me?
Not such a simple request.
Left upon endearing eyes
She is a giver of the flesh
Here for the taking
Here to suffer the arrest
Heart arrange the rest to render her blest
In these chambers lie a myth she holds to her eye
Choice to defy
As his eyes like liquid fire lie
Bury her with his ashes near
A pleasure so perverse left for some to fear
But there residing deep within
A soul she new the purest of sin.

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