Discolored flesh, purple and yellow, dots of deep blood red
I despise hope and any rendering of my sorrow
Water my eyes to sprout thorns from my mouth
You are my villain, my disgust, and my lover
Who are you to tell me I can't beat what I desperately hate
And when I finally throw my rising and falling
heaving and crawling heart into your hands
You carry me gently, absorbing toxic liquid
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