I desire to put you
In a hole in the ground
On a pedistal to cherish
With a knife in your heart
I would shower you
In spittle and bile
With jewels and gifts
Of insects and shrunken heads
I would caress you
Probing your orifices
With powders and oils
To cure your skin
I would sing to you
The terrors in store
The rhymes of my heart
Rotten and diseased
Oh if only I could
While lurking outside your door,
Be bestowed the key to your love
You’d learn how much I really care...
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