I live on the sharp edge
Of liking or dispising
And today, as always, they cut through beautifully
No one can stand before someone as cunning as me
So shall we start the game that shall end brutally

Decaying like a flower
Such as life
So brief like a mayfly's
What's the use if you can't learn what pleasure is before that time

I'll make you remember
The time that we have had together
By burning it to scars
So that you'll always know
As the tears spill from your eyes
I want to see more!
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