You'r heart is thick of black lacquer.
I want to cut you open and reveal,
That your veins are coated in hate,
To crush your heart in your chosen vernacular.
,
For our pride is thicker than paint.
Now let me bite off my tongue,
That is seeded with hate.
This shall be my decree,
Whatever our fate.
,
Dearest one, who gave me breath,
I have no more sentiment in my chest,
Poisoned by the family lest,
My angel keeps me from my flesh.
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