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I've fallen prey to the ruby in my flesh,
I've spilt every theory upon my desk,
But my days remain in complete darkness.
Every kiss was a shattered tradition,
Instilled with the venom in your ambition,
Nothing hurts like Mankind division.
A master thief came in disguise,
And bit my heart from both sides,
Every flower dries.
I didn't know flowers could sprout from hell,
Mine had a thousand stories to tell,
With only half of her heart to sell.
All the warmth forwent,
All your thoughts; dipped in blood and hellbent,
I froze to the chill in your malicious scent,
A hell flower sprouted within my guilty consent,
It was heaven sent,
But hell meant.