I am not the person who loved you.
My obsessions….
only a dream.
A sick dream of a world where love wins.
This place it’s…
the matrix,
swallows whole.
Live only for hedonistic tendencies and the afterglow of your memories.
Oh, apathy, my darling queen.
I left you for hatred, with its immaculate, golden sheen.
Such fire when I hate,
behind my eyes.
Burning ever darker,
every time I tell you lies.
Omission, remission, sickness, misery.
I love you still,
you’re just some bitch to me
That little lizard,
heart like a blizzard…
sometimes I want to kill him slow.
He hides from me,
that sly fiend,
He comes to the mirror,
Vision clearer
That devil…
Is it me?
I do not think this is healthy for me anymore. I would like to be able to casually speak with you or be your friend. I’m not capable. I care about you. I want good things for you. I would help you any way I could but… I torture myself with the thought of you. It hurts too good. I really felt like someone understood me at one point in time. You were that person. I don’t think you need me anymore. That’s a good thing. You were always stronger.