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Gracefully you stab,
Ripping apart my bleeding love,
Open heart surgery with blunt but cutting words.
Crawling in the night your demons arise,
Slowly following bellowed commands,
To which my unhappiness is of no surprise.
Tearing in the night your ghouls arrive,
To carry me away to a fiery demise,
Because I have not lived to your expectations,
To your false promises and selfish pleas.
The murder was sweet,
Justly held in the middle of night,
Moon backed out of picture and winds sweeping,
Pulling sands from the beach of disdain,
To bury me in my own chamber under the earth.