These veins turn to wires
This circuitry soft spot
fails me again while I'm
lifted and fed to these
wolves, wolves of
past victims, delicate
shade of blue skin
and eyes of her, all
I can see in this steel
sharp as her own teeth
A deafening silence
whispers from her
soft candy coated lips
Chewed on emotions
simmer in the star lights
and I knew I never
wanted to feel this way
I could've turned away
I should have shifted
to the east but they
won't let go again
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