Twas a sleepless night, a foreboding hour keeping us all eyes peeled, breath short. A bloodstain ravished me that could not be cleaned. Picture a stage, and the sword flying straight to her eye.
A path was set, and along came the children of smut, playing us out.
Twas a night to dread the sky, and I took my eye off you, just a moment. Fear cannot describe the horror of seeing you be me. Out. Leaving a crushed body under the mass of my guilt. I made you kill me.
Blood red shoes only for decorum. Bring me my head, I don't...just...yaknow
When we made our promise, a radiant fright slashed appetizing flesh, the moon cut right through your hair, revealing the truth within the white of the eye.
I could not keep it, like anything. Betrayal became the edge of a sword. Tilted towards a throat.
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