On a raven's wings -- we thought we flew,
only zero's and one's and reality slipped away,
medication is the only respite from what I've become.
Because of you.
Because of you.
Butterflies and fish swam through my head,
and infected you, you damned.
We tried to be wicked, but it was expunged.
Because of you.
Because of you.
Fuck you and your blank heart, we were all you've ever really known.
Yes, my love turned and turned itself inside out, guts hanging loose,
into a sort of madness, only you could ever relieve, but won't.
Because it's you.
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