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Princess you are my muse
You bring out the best in me My broken heart is due Why I can't see That the pain you brought I constantly sought You can drain the blood From my still beating heart If only you would I'll cut it out and give you a start I will die with or without Your painful doubt I can't take the rage The thought Or the new page You fought In the new chapter We must master I can cry out To the gods Or even shout Through the fog Will you listen Or resist it? My princess My queen A mistress To be seen Gone for good It seems so crude Like a cold cruel joke You stole my heart As I lay in the smoke The fiery dart That pierces my soul But you already know I just want to end it all Take my life Let me fall Or give me the right To survive The look from you that's like a thousand knives ~GHOST~
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