You're doing a beautiful job hurting me,
Making me bleed.
My heart it used to sing,
Now it only speaks in eulogies.
You're doing a beautiful job draining me,
Slowly and deliberately,
Intentional or not you're leaving a mark,
But you're doing a beautiful job.
My heart it hurts and my muscles ache,
My mind and eyes long for summer days,
When I only had a care about you,
And all the beautiful things you could do.
Now my blood runs crimson and my tears like quartz,
A beautiful sight when you drain a life force.
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