Your glass love has been shattered
I am sorry
That this hateful heart
Flighty soul
Has damaged yet again
Entangling helpless victims
Within its silver-spun
Web
You did not even struggle much
No fight
As I laughed into your eyes
My stone-friend
Pillar of salt
Part of my game
Though unwittingly I
Lured you
It hurt to realize that I
Am that type
Black widow heart killer
Soul stealer
Serpent to your Eve
Enticing you from
Eden
I AM SORRY
My double-edged love
That which is not
Has wounded you
Once more
This cycle of puppeteering
My downfall
And yours
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