Snakes on the Path
broken things, rotten things
dead but not forgotten things
you'll stalk me and block my way
but can you take my breath away?
it seems... i have the realist dreams
i sacrifice myself to you
body and soul but through and through?
there's something i can't give to you
i walk along coal to ash
i wear your skins you've marked me
you are my trophy
and if it seems as though i love you
it's because i do
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