is the pain caused by one whose heart is cold
Little hope whose light is finally dying
As the clock moves on into the future
Souless human seeking a weak soul
Attracted by my tears, you smell the weakness
knowing my desire to believe
Your sweet words clouded my mind
Allowing me to see a human lover
But not the evil that lives inside
But poor the human whose evil is stronger
For he does not distinguished the light
The light of true love that he held in his arms
You feast with my body, my lips, my eyes
Waking in the thrust you asked
But when thrust is awaken, questions are asked
Revealing things from a wicked past
Lost in fustration you attack my heart
Poor human lover, your killing your own heart
Now all alone you continue your search
Someone nice, someone sweet and smart that you can play
Illusions continue but eventually it will fade
Then you will remember the heart you once tore up
And in rage and anger your own evil will tear you apart.
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