Love is someone that
I began to sleep less with.

The pieces it left,
continue to stab my memories.

Whispers coming from the illicit,
dressing words in a tuxedo.

Suited for death,
awaiting under water for the torpedo.

To give their life,
another percentage other than zero.

And to give blood,
To donate the euphoria to a hero.

-CMCrain

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