I broke every heart that ever loved me
I fed fat on their despair
Now my heart bleeds for you
But blood sweets your mouth like wine
A pound of my flesh in my mouth
My despair you will devour
Yesteryear, a villain.
Today, a victim
I hope one you meet your match, as I have met mine - you.
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