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I’m obsessed with the fawn with the claws held back
In bed or in the tank I still look back
Bright eyes and tempting aura curve my spine
Soon forever trapped in your warm lit gaze

Forcing feelings to mask the empty haze
Pretty skin I forget my place
Once more

Shrapnels of your teases weakens knees
Twisted tendril locks wrap my face
Buzzards peck out spirit eyes, lovely deathly
I awaken in your shadow as you bring me back

Forcing feelings to mask the empty haze
Sold emotion to clear my shame

Now I turn away as my skin breathes black
Lost in shadow so long I burn in sun
Rays of burning bliss hold me
Beat and blind I won’t look back