her words hit me like a brick in the chest
bullets also pierced my vest
she was cunning and skilled with knives
she saw me as a cat with nine lives
she could hurt me but I'd still go back
the thought of it made my bones slack
i was accustommed to loving her
life seemed so unfair
her beauty was mesmerising
but her persona was amputating
she was a wolf in sheepskin
and i left her get under my skin
she fed on my good nature
my demons locked up, she nurtured
i was losing myself for something
never fine as wine
while she put me on a shelf
i was accustommed to loving her
she knew but just didnt care
a masquerade in a public place
behind a beatiful mask she hid her face
beauty deceiving but behaviour demonic
my loving was real
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