You're the spider, pretend lover,
Dye me pink when my blood runs dark.
Paint red my cheeks that slowly hollow;
Drink me, neglect me, tear me apart.
String my wrists up where your illusion
can make-believe his full control,
You're webbed so deep into delusion
you've made saints of what sinners brought.
Here you play house with ceilings burning,
cat-and-mouse to where it's found no more,
your sense of self and your sense of loving
have warped and wrapped and worn your core.
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