Last meal

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I was but the ashes of a distant past
A face blurred out in the background
Someone you never bothered to look

Can you hear my voice at night?
Are you tired of drowning my whispers yet?
Look at your reflection
Face the monster within

You took my heart
You took my life
Is the taste still lingering?
Did you enjoy?

I was but a plaything to entertain you
I was but an object to break
I was but another meal for you

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