Will of a Hasbeen

O raven black dyed haired
Heavenly creature,
With Moorish lace decorated flesh
Hanged on a weary skeleton,
With no longer sparkling eyes
- Your Prince Cheating blew them out - With red varnished nails
Plunged into my ankles,

This uterine darkness
I cannot help but wallow in
Is the price I have to pay
For that scar on your womb.

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