The Dying Ones

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My heart screams for mercy
My body aches for more
All this internal controversy
Makes me your little whore

Fill me with your hatred
We are a dying breed
I’ve never been so penatrated
I love the way you bleed

I’ve chosen life without you
But you always pull me back
I cast out all my demons
And I come back from black

Please fill me with your power
I will always belong to you
I will be your lap dog
No extant to the things I’d do

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