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What is left of us is what is rotten
Yet I feed as I savor each bite.
Though your words make me choke
I eat each one you spoke
And my hunger grows stronger each night.


All my cravings to you seem abhorrent.
You recoil when I dirty my clothes.
But I'll dirty them more
Than I've ever before
If it means I'll be keeping you close.


With my leash always strained by my loyalty
As it's chaining my neck to your hand
Grown attached by the root
I will follow you suit -
Till the end
             Till the end
                          Till the end.


I won't utter a word of my reverence.
Your disgust makes a tie of the game.
If you love, if you loathe,
If your heart carries both -
We both know you will leave all the same.



Yet



     when their faithless hands
                                                  pull you closer

Though to pull you
                               they don't have
                                                    the right




             I take hold of the few



            That are closest to you




                       And I bite.



                       And I bite.



                       And I bite.










But when push comes to shove, I'll bow down to you.


Put my hands up, for better or worse.


If I'm bound to an end
                      from a singular hand,


I'll give in


if the hand will be yours.