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That I drank from your lips,
That spiteful poison that was your love,
So avidly, like I just couldn't get enough.
But now it's like the worst torment of Hell,
This bottomless pain in my soul
All this because of your spell.
You should have killed me,
And dyed us both in red.
A blood red more beautiful
Than the prettiest rose
That you ever gave me.
It was really the damnedest luck for me
When our eyes met at that fateful second.
Night Glory feeding on liquid love and death,
With your lie so pure and your heart so black…
Why did you leave me ?
Every bitter thought of you
Forcing me to stay alive
Why did you make me like you ?
My Night Glory forever.
I can't forget.
I just don't know…
I want to…