Deadly...
You are my death.
You will be the end of me,
I can feel it.
You will come into my heart,
and eat it
from the inside out,
leaving me empty
and wasted.
You're silly little games
will be small daggers.
I am the bull,
kill me,
Matador,
but make it quick, please.
Have mercy.
I know you will be
the death of me,
but I will not deny
that I have fallen.
You will carress my face
and I will burn,
as you smile,
And lead me to my doom....
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