A pound of flesh I fain bestow,
Serrated blades caress my cheek.
Allegiance shaky to a foe,
Self inflicted scars are chic.
Excoriate, strip the skin,
Defile this wanton frame.
Flay completely with a grin,
Release me from my shame.
The time is thus, beyond debate,
I'm yours to sacrifice.
Immolation on a plate,
Serve me with some rice.
Tease me not, guide thy blade,
Wound, I beg thee deep.
Prove to me you're not afraid,
I crave an endless sleep.
Use these entrails for a rite,
Burn this fat, appease.
If you want it take a bite,
But fear my dark disease.
Well disposed towards thee friend,
A face within the throng.
I've been praying for this end,
Where did it all go wrong.
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