You are all over me -
full hands of filthy royalty
all over winding tapestry.
How dirty you have made me!
Just how sick and full of frailty !
On my heart, my mind betrays me
On my lips, the things that save me.
With a skull, now crushed to pieces
underneath your rotten business
and your never good enough,
which weighs upon my feather blood.
You cannot understand your power
that stays on, despite the showers-
that is thick and made of earth
still what i'm made of, still my curse.
Please take your fingers from my sockets!
Let me sleep in tiny pockets of relief
from all the aching of your
fury when she's waking.
I've got nothing that you'd want,
so please abandon battlefont.
How many flags to wave before you
'till my weakness starts to bore you?
I will starve down to my bones to get
you from my flesh of stones to
drain your venom from my head to
keep your cruelty from my bed.
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