Abyss

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How does one love,

A girl with no heart,

Her soul drenched in black, and that's not all,

That sets her apart,

How does one believe,

Give in to the one who deceives,

Drowning me in her dark seas,

She makes me her tool, I know,

I am her fool,

From now till forevermore,

She tests me with her fires,

I saunter on those coals,

She escalates my desires,

With each of her breath,

My heart is often sold,

The sound of her cold words,

Turn my veins into gold,

Ceaseless, like mercury,

She slips out of my hold,

Every time I think,

I earned a part of her,

Is every time she wins,

Swindled I be again,

I keep trying with efforts in vain,

Will I ever touch, dear Miss?

The grounds of your looping abyss?

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