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Black Rose of Solitude
The twisting and movement
as you puncture my skin.
The aching and breaking
that takes place within.
Loving the way
your ill love strikes me.
Hit me harder
I need to feel alive.
Run toward the sting
you throw in my gut.
But I love you
don't stop it,
it is part of me now.
Caress me with
your soft sweet metal.
A beautiful
Alarune
with thorns that prick.
Burn me alive.
I want to watch you smile
as I start to die.
