Written by P. L. Cobb

I’ve been so distracted lately

Love (with its multitude of fangs)

Has become a chore

(An unwanted mess, by a cruel goddess)

Bless me without eternal fire

(And your cold ire)

Grant me this one desire

(Free me from your third eye

Spare me from your truth, I long for my lie

Save me from your beastly heart,

If death must do us part,

So be it)



(Love me no more)

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