It's date night and I need to get ready,
so I put on my makeup nice and steady.
Lipstick of blood and foundation of tears-
I've gained a collection over the years.
He stands at my doorstep dressed in a suit.
I smile and blush when he says I look cute.
He yanks my arm and into the world I go
with my love at my side, or rather in tow.
At the dock he smiles while adding a cut,
a kiss on the nose with a gash in the gut.
And as quick as it comes, the pain deceases.
My love, he left me in scattered pieces.
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