She was supposed to give me the potion that sustains life, to elongate my longevity.
Sadly, it was a poisonous, venomous potion she gave me.
I had seen her eliminated her enemies with droplets of the potion - i'd hate to die like them; like a piece of garbage thrash, like no one,
clawing at my neck, foam and bile spilling from my mouth,
eyes - bloodred, skin turned purple,
a horrible kind of death, framed like art and seen as drama.
Sadly, she was my lover, and she slayed me, anyway.
And so, I died. Who will love her, like me?

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