'LETTER TO A THEIF'

My love was just your deceitful playground to crash and burn.

Under seige, fate prompts you take your turn.

Listen to your wicked voice beating with ghostly fire.

Feed the suffering of your own desire.

Fear not, the pure agony in your veins gifted from hell.

Bleed acid tears into eternity, i bid you well.

May your memory always remind you of your vain.

Night after night, i hope your heart suffocates in pain.

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