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In my emptiness I long to be filled

The places in my memory for you have long since been killed.

I wish for you nothing but the best

But the hurt I bear from you

Has put my loyalty to the test.

The nights I reached for you and kissed your lips I have forgotten

And your passionate fire, I evoked

Although you tasted fresh and pure

Your body is rotten, encased in your cloud of sweetened smoke

I bury you with the both of us

The tears

The scars

And the demon of ours

Ashes to ashes, may you rot to dust.

Better you dead

Than to have lost my trust.