You are cruel whilst quiet.
You are a butcher while silent.
You are heartless by nature and your soul feeds on my broken bones.
Your twisted love festers in my flesh soothing its bloodlust by slurping down my veins as appetizers.
Your empty tenders of affection house the same hunger and hunt my broken heart to consume.
Trying to love you was a commitment to impending doom.
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