you

walk through me casually

the echo of your steps ring
through every hall of my soul


you are a gentle murder
leave me dark and gasping
a thousand tiny deaths in my veins
unheard scream reeling in my lungs
my body filled with the need for escape

you are a mad hunter,
my heart is a souvenir
with a smile you take as i give
my blood for life
my life for love



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