The pedestal was whipped away by time
Now I'm left without worship and I wonder
If to carry on with you
Since you became flawed.
I was knocked to my knees by your pointed ears
I dreamt of your patchouli and damp smelling collar
Your touch sent me twitching and trembling
And I looked inside you with watering eyes.
You're not my idol now
It's all chemical, the pheromones have eroded
Washed away by storming waters of madness
Your apathy is catching
My adulation vanished, stabbing me.
I love you still.
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