Through borders of black
Lie truths too late uncovered
Beneath the sheets of snow
Lie lovers lost, unbothered.
Slowly, take a sip,
What an extraordinary soul!
Find it to your liking,
Yet somehow crave for more.
But what I find distracting
Is the logic in your weary heart
The way you plead for mercy
From the heart you tore apart.
Then, bribe with salty pearls
That you farm just to impress
The everloving hollow eyes
Of the beautifully depressed.
And the skin which you inhabit
Was his favorite land
Until you've let it to be crumpled
By some strange and greedy hands.
Arsenic and old lace
Will make your poor man mad
And they'll stand like a memory
That he'll wish he never had.
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