Tainted, viscous fluids
You had once called love,
Your blood black on my
Rose, cleanly carpet.
Watch it as it seeps
Into the fabric,
Leaving no stain.
And with your dying breaths,
Remember why you
Came here in the
First place, human.
Mister Non Committal,
Mister Minimum Effort,
Dirty as the makeup
Still staining your face.
Stealing hearts from
Married souls was quite
The fun, masturbatory
Act, wasn't it?
The thrill of the catch,
Taunting you into a
Stimulating, active,
Obsessive state.
And when the gods and
The spirits judge you
Dead, will you have ever
Truly loved another person?
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