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FUCK!
Bleeding fuck upon you!
Is this who I am to you?
This is the fate you've decided for me?
The place you've left me for all time?
Unacceptable.
Undeniable.
Unforgivable indecency!
Hand over fist I have served you faithfully
And this is my reward?
It must have been my amicability...
that poured the foundation
(Cement filling around my heels)
I just wanted to love you
(Encircling my ankles)
Your wish was my command
(Swallowing my calves)
I thought to make you happy
I would give you your dreams
And whims...
(Enveloping my knees)
And now you dream of him?
(Grasping at my thighs)
So my mobility is done
My legs and waist disappearing like a setting sun
Dusk ushers in the cold
(the mixture binds my chest)
If I had known I needed venom
To be the snake between your thighs
I would have begun constricting sooner
Now I have to fight to run
To breathe, to swim, or climb
To escape this little, filling box
But my shoulders are growing heavy
And you've already closed the lid
And sealed it
with a set of matching locks
But at least from here
I can look up and see the constellations
To dream of whims myself
...and imagine
What I could have been
Hero...
Myth...
Or Monument...
If I had known what it meant
Before all this was set
I would have given anything to be
that Thing...
Whatever it is,
you wanted.
Bleeding fuck upon you!
Is this who I am to you?
This is the fate you've decided for me?
The place you've left me for all time?
Unacceptable.
Undeniable.
Unforgivable indecency!
Hand over fist I have served you faithfully
And this is my reward?
It must have been my amicability...
that poured the foundation
(Cement filling around my heels)
I just wanted to love you
(Encircling my ankles)
Your wish was my command
(Swallowing my calves)
I thought to make you happy
I would give you your dreams
And whims...
(Enveloping my knees)
And now you dream of him?
(Grasping at my thighs)
So my mobility is done
My legs and waist disappearing like a setting sun
Dusk ushers in the cold
(the mixture binds my chest)
If I had known I needed venom
To be the snake between your thighs
I would have begun constricting sooner
Now I have to fight to run
To breathe, to swim, or climb
To escape this little, filling box
But my shoulders are growing heavy
And you've already closed the lid
And sealed it
with a set of matching locks
But at least from here
I can look up and see the constellations
To dream of whims myself
...and imagine
What I could have been
Hero...
Myth...
Or Monument...
If I had known what it meant
Before all this was set
I would have given anything to be
that Thing...
Whatever it is,
you wanted.
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