Killing things without a reason
Hunting hearts like it’s in season
Drinking poison then calling treason
Avoiding claims by always leaving

A home of lies is now your prison
Killing love because you are the villain
A painter of lust as your only vision
Stealing hearts without permission

© Delia Ross. 2020

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