With that skill that was hers alone She drove her clutches into me I was dumbfounded She was hungry She required me entirely
All that's left is here to remain It's a dull and cruel pain That passes the ages unaltered Her stamp is in my heart I still feel disemboweled I clearly retain A blank The void The sore in my soul The mark in my heart Her acid reign
Hot sun, global fun Needed action, start to run
And that voice that was hers alone Still resounds in me She left me dislocated Disavowed And twitching Her rhythm is in my heart She inspired in me An acute sense of treachery ID: ct_bvcbosqv