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Choose another diamond,
Does it cut deep?
Taste the open vein,
Is it too sweet?

Sweet with love
or sugared to taste?
Either way
what a waste.

In death the sweetness grows in strength,
grows in power
grows in stench.
Sickly saccharine
what have you done?
Decomposition,
the chosen one.

Not you my dear,
I think you're mistaken,
You've opened your veins
and all is forsaken.

Forsaking all others
or that's what they told you
You closed your eyes
as they sugared their poison.

In death your sweeness
dies my dear
only bitterness
will they hear.
Tell the story,
stay a while...
...or perhaps, another time.

Next time and not so sweet
Next time through gritted teeth
A sacred bond,
a sacred band,
tight around your wrists.
Binds your love and blinds your heart,
Sweetness with a twist.

Sweetness in white satin
to cloak a silent heart
so many pretty patterns,
flow from this bloody art.

A face once perfect porcelein
fractured by the tears.
Patterns in white satin,
a gift for you my dear.