Snakes masquerading as friends...
Shed the facade you have crafted;
I can see your forked tongue
tasting the air.

You don't have to understand,
for I know I can't explain...
Yet all the sweet things you say
now fill my heart with pain...

I wish I could regret it,
but loving you was sweet.
The only part that I would change,
is when you fell for me...

porcelain wrist my blade doth kiss
drawing blood unto its lips

drop by drop until i'm drained
nothing left within my veins

the beating stops, my heart doth still
there's nary a drop of blood to spill...

My demons howling at the door,
are desperate to get inside.

I debate for but a moment,
and then fling it open wide.

Better to brace myself for impact,
than to run and try to hide...