your vibe is uncertain.
your intentions are cruel.
you made vengeance a rule.
in the mid of the night
there's a light in your room.
you're dressed up as a groom.
but where is the bride?
so you pull off the curtains,
wrathly hissing at dark.
each eyeball's a green spark.
clenching jaws, you look sharp.
you send me valentines,
dull as grave,cold as ice.
in hope that fate roll the dice,
and i'd be dragged to you.
thank you for the venom
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