Armageddon Reprise

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I run my fingers over the imprints in my skin,

scarred and healed over,

marks  from when your lips would touch me,

are left burnt into my skin.

You'd smile so dangerously,

too sharp teeth,

too dark eyes,

and your toxins would mark me so corrosively yours.

You're still so deep inside of me,

I bleed blood tainted with the poison of your love.

The days pass by and still,

I find that I ache to be by your side.

My lungs protest with every breath,

and my throat burns with every unsung proclamation.

On days when I want to burst with hate,

I feel my stomach churn with loathsome want,

and my lips become unsealed as I curse up to the desolate heavens,

suddenly I'm reminded of how your eyes shined so lovely,

as you spoke of treachery and I cried betrayal.

Because what were you if not Lucifer fallen to my side,

trapped beside me in the depths of the realm of the unspoken?

I felt wolves in my stomach,

tearing each other apart whenever you'd speak to me, 

with amusement tucked within your gaze,

and pity in your heart.

I knew they were desperate,

both so confused as you'd caress me yet call me names.

So mockingly,

so cruelly,

I was left to drown.

But you'd laugh with bared teeth,

and you'd mock me with curved eyes,

 and they'd howl with affection.

They'd be so terribly touch-starved and weak with depression,

they couldn't identify any transgressions. 

Ignoring how you'd be watching and waiting,

as I'd be torn apart,

I followed siren-sound until you drowned me after dark.

And I knew so irrevocably that you'd unstitched the seams of my heart.

Replacing the liquid love,

with ash and dust.

Misplacing hearth and gold,

for dirt and rust.

But I still protested any bad name,

any plea for me to get out,

because I didn't want to be without your lips on my mouth.

I played for an ignorant fool,

still caught up on his youth.

Head held high,

not wanting to bow.

For the knowledge of the arrogant crown he had created himself,

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