Been there, done that
Never will afterwards
As far as my knowledge goes
Every feeling has its end
After fair share of "oh noes"
Every stone-cold turns to sand
All burning hearts turn to ash
Or so Mr.Zweig has told me
Tragical is every crash
But less so is subsequent debris
What then if the sacrifice
To the Janus great and true
Doesn't burn so bright and nice
As it indeed always should
And the fake meal for the god
Forever remains just half-cooked
And is left on altar to rot
Like body of a common crook
Like your body, lady mine
Would you even forgive me then
That didn't know years one to nine
What will happen in year ten
There's no way to prepare meat
For sacrifice that's so rushed
So there was no way to prepare me
To have my little heart hushed
So I am left with bittesweet
Smell of decay within my soul
And while I hide it underneath
A full layer of fridge-like cold
My inside is still summer-like warm
Process of decay just speeded up
And so meat's just trashed and torn
Slowly eaten by the bugs
But foresaken piece still remains
Not even bugs desire it
Go ahead, girl, make your claims
Now its noone to forbid...
(Or maybe we could make another sacrifice together?)
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