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Spike SwallowerThe walls seemTo match The colour of What si flowing From your chest And running wild A vibrant soul Whose only goal Is to twitch and die A wretched spoil Writhing in Its own waste I waited so long for you As you waited here for me Then I welcomed you with A closed, spiked glove Poison in your veins The taste of metal on your tongue The guilt of wronging A feeling missing in your heart Swallow me... |