Years of bliss

Fill your head

Trapped in a jar

Your eyes are dead

Rich in words

You're the venus of prose

As beauty erodes





She says no

He says





Accolade slips

Lost your sway

Suffocate

In an aura of jade

Who can win

In the reign of a week

I die in your sleep





She says no

He says





Open you up

Peer on through

Taste of dust

Where nothing's true

Listen with your eyes

Face your deceit





You're dead on your feet





She says no

He says




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