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Battle of Wills |
My Vampire you are like a slow poison of sick wine I can't resist I'm distracting myself from your dark abyss YOU must knock on MY door to be let in I can not chase your sickened poison But if you knock how can I resist You have they keys but refuse to twist Small black mirror in my hands 10 digits awaiting your commands Only silence upon the empty screen Awaiting your text inside this dream You make me want to scream Prove you didn't erase me Despite your attempts to debase me And make me think I'm crazy Your mistrust, distorted lust has encased me Does our magic still ring true? As if I have the will to forget you As if I have the strength to regret you When all I can do it let you Torture me with your confinement Adorn me with your silence Knowing you enjoy this Mutual masochist |