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Burning Love

The night touched my skin Hot then cold, broken then empty Her voice came from within Harsh and thick, slick and deadly
Treacle lies trickled in Black and sweet, vile and sickly Told me words that made me sin Held me tight, never gently
Tempered cries born from within Hurt and blind, lost and crazy Broken sighs keep closing in Unspoken truths may yet save me
Frozen tears keep her from drowning False and rehearsed, sharp and salty A grip like knives of acid burning Melt away skin, bones and sanity
Her hot tongue at my throat misleading Whispering lies, pulling me closely Tell me more between practiced sighing Maybe someday they’ll make me happy