People like you know how to play,
Confuse the human heart.
People like you bleed me dry
Leech my love, tear it apart.

People like you bathe in debauchery,
With no concept of remorse.
People like you respect honesty,
Yet it always comes as a last resort.

People like you keep asking questions
Without expecting a just answer.
People like you bring down others
And making them smile brighter.

In blood I bathe on this fortunous night -
your blood running down my chest.
I ripped your heart without a fright
and left you with an open breast.

Though, I do not suffocate, do not drown.
It was wrong to enjoy suffering, they said
Although they might still sometimes frown,
my curiosity and vengeance were fed.

You see, I never forgot what you did
Kept it only in my pretty head for a long time.
There were moments when I forgave it,
Moments when I wept and regretted you're not mine.

The room in which I stand
The wishes that I grant
Seem so distant these days,
Leading me in different ways.
I live the lives of others,
My heart locked all desires.
I see no other destiny
Than dying painfully.

Suffered have I through time,
While searching for home
But I never found a homely planet
To accommodate my bitter sorrow.
Cursed I am, I believe
To not find happiness, ever.
I have tried, I swear
But fate does not release me.
Love I have not known
Nor warm lips have I felt
Or held a trembling hand
In my own unsure embrace.
Many years ago,
A witch had cursed my blood,
I know now
For I dwell alone in darkness
And my kin lives far away.
For I have not found happiness
Nor love have I known.
Cold lips have touched mine
And the sweet aroma of death
Locked onto my heart.
Cursed I am,
To live forever on this foul land
And when my death occurs
I would still wander
Maybe in a parallel world
But still close enough
to hear the wails of my tortured soul
And see the decay of my body.
That shan't come soon,
I need not hope.
My mind lives in fear
Of today and tomorrow,
However, the past I cherish;
For bitter kinlove I have known
And their lips brushed my cheek.
Their cold hands caressed my hair
And their cold souls left me for dead.

Holding my hand with blooming passion
and smiling widely in a peculiar fashion,
he says: 'Last question, my friend?';
Reverberating pulses through me he sent.
'Kind stranger, there's nothing more I'd like to know;
all else you might say, will make you a foe.'
And I saw his lust fading away,
his weariness shining in the break of day.
I bid goodbye and watched him go
with eyes glum; did not cry, though
'cuz I know I'll see him again,
soon, in this life or the next.

are you sure you're being honest
are you sure when you say you love me
are you sure that i am what you want
are you sure i'm who i appear to be

because
i can be so dishonest
i can be so hard to love
i can be so hard to be around
i can be so easily deceiving

i can be
me

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