death of my heart
from an angel dark,
her passion spark
takes no prisoners,
pleading, bleeding hearts,
sigh, lie, die at her feet,
acrid stench of meat,
of a thousand rotten bodies,
her lustful torso embodies,
the seven sins, multitude skins,
of lost souls, losing will to live,
have nothing to give, just mere wishes,
and she walks away, dealing final blow,
to that pulse slow, never to return

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