Corrupter

You do not give your
Sex, I take it. It is now
As it always was

Your struggle is like
Sweetness on my lips, Honey
In my throat. Give me.

Your tragedy, my
Symphony, your misery
My fantasy, while

I draw breath, it is
Ripped from your throat. You are mine
Forever, even

If you could kill my
Body, still would I persist;
I live inside you.

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