A Welcome Displeasure

It was in tragedy of reflection that is

Oh, purest of nights was to drink incessantly from these veins

Beauty in comparison to no other

A standard made in flesh will in sickening glory run

Feverishly upon the razor's edge

Admiration, this night shall end

In detest of her mere reflection

How beautiful, its merciless sway

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How she loathes the sight of herself

And with every frantic thrust

Her pallid supple veins

Showered in orgasmic tides of crimson

Have quivered at their very sight

What once was desired is now a mere sickening depiction

A face so macabre, convulsions induced by vomiting

No more a seductress, no less a queen

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In detest of her mere reflection

Her youthful complexion once adorned

The paths carved through arterial fabrication

At the hands of herself

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You disgust me

She cries with hoarseness in her throat

The razor, its soliloquy silences all

How beautiful, its merciless sway

Her eyes, they close for one last time

All impurities unwashed in this filth and dishonor