Abbatoir in flesh,
Still yet, it's fresh,
But no regret.
Defeat so obvious
In my heart,
That you decided for
The unborn fan.
Desire glorious,
And obnoxious,
The double standard,
Fear and dread.
But now my head,
Becomes your head.
Debased, first base?
What base love?
Still I kill you,
Then I cradle you,
Crazy fool, I know
I die too.
