black sheep

tell me again how much it hurts, how the blood slowly seeps out of your poisonous mouth and drips onto your little black dress, and remind me once again the vicious promises to which you held me chained, further locked in with the pain of a thousand memories. you are the poisoned apple i once thought sweet, the venom i thought was once the antidote.

rot in your sins, in your dreams of tomorrow,

i thank you always for the sweet regret.

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