All of us must fall.
Crumble off the masterpiece we painted
in pastel blues and reds and black. Always black.
Faded like the love you preached
yet couldn't muster.
Holding on to what could have been,
not one single tangible fact.
Just your lying eyes and all we made
on all those blackened nights, lighting the skies with your eyes.
When your body knelt and prayed for me,
calling me to lay in your hellish bed.
A body burning in the sin of all the
men that took you, then and after. Always after.
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