last will while the venom enters me
forget me forget you
all the times we left the room
with our hands covered in blood
our blood our fights
our fists clenched in cataclysm
the last time we left that room
a room where the walls talked
and had faces of snakes
their fangs digging deep deep deep
into the back of our minds the last time
we will ever leave that room
the venom is entering our dreams
as i write this expression of last will
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