Eat Up Princess

As the screams stop

and the lyrics die down,

our memories turns to ashes,

white as snow,

blood drips from your eyes,

from your lips lies form a puddle,

walking away,

pushing the thoughts of you away,

but it’s not that easy,

as pleasure of your torture pours out,

smiling I throw the rose petals in the air,

eat up princess

The End

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