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You taste sweet, like scar tissue

Sour like dead rose petals

You reek of the putrid smell of

Dead angels digging graves

Out of dirt, mud, and rotten flesh

I'm death kissed and comforted

When you're near

I live only for the halos of another life

You are a serial killer

Raping the children of your

Teenage fan club

In the back seat of some old Cadillac

This is my ode to emotional anarchy

And wasted youth

Dried up and decaying on the back steps of some church

Like the blood drained corpse of a forgotten whore

I'll turn my back on you, your faith

I'll walk away

And I'll just be another scar on the perfect skin of your life

Vacate me