Euphoric Betrayal

A cold Caress,

A Dark Embrace,

A riddle woven across my face,

I care not how but more for why,

My lover would want me to die,


Not quite with words,

Though less with actions,

A foul concoction of pained reactions,

Euphoric feeling for it was you,

Who took my life before it's due,


Though I imagine,

You meant only lies.

I die knowing I kept my prize,

Said you loved me, that was enough,

For I will never call your bluff.

The End

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