Oh, and tell me how
you are going to find
the treason in my eyes, again?
Stare as you will,
until our pupils dilate in the dark.
You will not see what you came here for --
--My blood.
No flicker or flash of a lie here.
No hidden meaning in my prose.
Only me.
So stare, shoot darting looks from the love-seat.
Sit on your throne.
Stab at me with tear soaked eyes
and running mascara.
Turn your skin bright red,
burst your blood vessels.
Use all of your tricks,
for I have one of my own;
I don't care.
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