I've been kissing
her with ashes in her mouth
Now I only realize in my last breath
That who I've been kissing
Was the angel of death
She gave me some poison
I swallowed it whole
She was my bad mother
I her good boy
What I need what she wanted
To gain from another
Just a toy, just a toy
I never knew, perhaps
In the farthest reaches of my heart
That this was just a ploy from the start
So when you're through playing your games
Tell me why'd you make a toy of my heart?
WHY'D YOU MAKE A TOY OF MY HEART!
I came across a stranded turtle
Lying on its back in the desert
Well what do you think? I turned it over
I couldn't let it die in this heat
But the heat of the heart
Is like some kind of furnace
That burns all your thoughts
Like paper
And I am so tired of writing this art
I'm fed up of being my own soul's raper
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