| I suppose you'll use voodoo or magic When you touch my skin to sooth my deranged world Your hair will fall in love with the wind And you'll scribble letters addressed to the dead I want you My salvation will devour you But I'll be so in love with everything you are I'll want you to give yourself to me And be entombed in my flesh and soul I am envenomed I am like Issei Sagawa |
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