Closed eyes, skin at skin.
Your affair was coined by passion and by sin.
Satisfaction and attractiveness were senses of meetings,
She finalized the relation. You peg out by sickness!
Desire becomes affection,
It's the games blame.
Affection becomes pain!
Every moment was an indulgence, so gorgeous.
Trapped in your head, which resembles a fortress.
The only conception about eyes, body and lips
Corrode all your feelings. Get the fuck out of this!
Your mood, so desperate,
It's the games blame.
Wanna kill every memory,
It's such a shame.
Your mind is fired by this farcical distress.
It screams everlasting!
The thought captures your head, like an abscess.
Execute every new faddist, slash his neck!
She will live to rue it!
Shoot him down, set a gun at his back!
Try to forget her, rage's not the right path,
You won't get her back through all of this wrath.
It will only plague her, your hands will just destroy,
You will enforce too much dolor and you won't enjoy!
I want her to cry, wrath will be the right path,
So keep your mouth shut, I'll enjoy my bloodbath!

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