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I stumbled upon twisted lips of deceit,
eyes black and empty, heart of concrete;
once queen of the damned, now can't conceit
the power of chaos that built my defeat.
Aesthetic collages painted empty street
dragon's breath melted masks with alluring heat
yet my being was shattered, drowned in effete
playing broken tunes within every beat.
Cracks on the soul leaked the blood till their deplete
worn out wings collapsed, couldn't lend me on the feet;
darkness made his kisses tempting and sweet
as the shadows crawled down my body under the sheet;
once queen of the damned, now can't conceit
blissful torture of mirrored songs on repeat.
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