My fingers trace your curves.
Show me where my courage resides,
And give to ego what it deserves.
Craving my lips over your mouth,
Both bodies open wide.
An evil spectre, a poisoned Self.
I fight you off...most of the time.
My face pressed up against the glass;
Distorted cartoon features.
Outside, looking into traps.
Nectar for soul sick creatures.
Exit my body; I drain the well,
Purposefully pouring out potion.
I hold on through a spasming hell;
Paying the price for my devotion.
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