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The Monster in my Bed

My eyes met with those of a monster
With the most violating stare,
Whose lips with seal my calamity
Through charming words of honest vulgarity

He took the skeletons from my closet,
And raped them as a threat
Then turned to me with blood on his lips,
Thirsting for a drop of innocence

Now, to his will, I am devoted
Not by love's force,
But of lustful incantation
And a promising insinuation

He drained all the sweetness
From my sour blood,
Then tainted my nakedness
With his perfect smile

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