He could never clean up traces
Of what he might've done
Powerless and feeling used upon a floor

In the dark of night, he couldn't hide
That ambrosial simper
I could not resist temptation like before

His words were wretched curses
I, a fool to listen
Aware of what would come in the fall of shadows

His caress an incantation
His glance lit up cent'ries
His affections I beseech would wither

Damned to fate of being loved
No redemption or savior
I must fall victim to a love I want ignored

Dreaming with rouged nightmares
No concept to cleanse my soul
Yet every night I wake up yearning for much more
 
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