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In our Disgrace

I ran her dry
Used her up and threw her out
Her and her fucking nails
Which would rip and tear my back up like a ravenous fiend hot off the dose of another hit
Our tristes would often end in bloody kisses and bruised thighs
Addicts of a different nature
What beauty did I find in her wretch?
A sucker for sad stories and abuse
She liked to hit me and talk shit
I liked to choke her and smack her ass
The duality of it all still excites me
She would look up at me throat bulging, eyes pleading
And I would look down on her
I would look down on her
Take me in swallow my seed
She begged for it, begged for dope
I begged for it, begged for hope
Lost in each other
Lost in sin and vice
Lost in love and lust
Lost in ruin
She was broken
Yet she fixed me up
Talked me from the edge of my own manic madness, knife in hand and bloodied wrists
Euphoria costs about forty bucks
Or fucks
Whatever
Hit me again
We chased chaos with 40 ozers of vodka and cocaine and oxy
Fuck that whore
Fuck me

In pain forever
Written by Thedeadinme
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