Flesh

Drain me

My soul is old,

only rancid acid

If I was

a human embodiment

of myself

I would be

an amethyst, arsenic

angel

on the wrong side

of the gates

My burns

are of the seventh degree

Gluttony sloth pride

wrath envy greed

and lust

Lust drips on my tongue

like gold

Spreads heat the fastest

only for those

with expensive taste

I thought I could bet

my millions

Now I taste

like dead regrets

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