The blade to you I fed
Was a result of my own mirror reflection
Your detriment was never the intention
But you being so close, you became the victim
And our connection the blade slit
Now the complexity of my unknown
Has fallen on your lap as deception
And you now believe your bleeding to be my fulfilment
My lips turned to poison from the perfume of my words
As the truth is malodorous
And my kiss has become pungent
But not at all
No, not at all
All is just being misunderstood…
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