Your sinister touch. That slowly blackens my soul. Makes me forget all reason. No matter the toll. Your devilish embrace. Is like heated hands upon my heart. Made to make me feel safe. While snuffing out my spark. You repeatedly beat the words into me, as if they were the thump of a war drum. Slap sickly slights at my name until I am nothing but numb. You who stands above me, so very tall. Your hand on my shoulder but no support at all. Your twisted horns are like the words from your mouth. Confusingly real but they cause so much doubt. Your sinister touch. That has blackened my soul. I've lost myself and now you're all I know.
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