Last night I slept next to her,
surely it was a blur,
I didn't even care what she meant,
she kept me safe without consent...
Well that was the night I slept next to Marilyn...

She was smiling all night long,
she wasn't happy but why was she smiling all along?
Coping with that inner sadness,
just like me with all of that madness...
Happiness is subjective, you can look happy and be rotting inside.

Drowning in her tears by morning,
I knew when she was gone... I'd be mourning.
Cause when she  leaves,
she robs you like a million thieves.
**Empty & alone, I realize it's only her visage keeping me company.

So today I am speechless and hurt.
I thank you, my friend... the extrovert.
I'm more messed up than you know,
and you told me to grow?!
Really you apparently know my life piece by piece?

I invited you to my pity party,
gladly you accepted trying to be a smarty,
a past friend and now a stranger,
I should have known I might be in danger.
People change but I won't.

I'm not a victim of the circumstances,
I'm a survivor of the past who advances.
I no longer know you and you never knew me,
so it's obvious you should set me free.
**Old friends are just as outdated as old calendars obviously.

The night grew dark and fog surrounded me,
I couldn't run or flee.
Unsure if I'm imaginary or real anymore,
at this point I don't think my soul can restore.
Long days and eternal nights continue forever.

Destitute and poor.
And yet in my mind there is grandeur,
it seems I can help the world...
but I can't help myself with a destiny that is whorled.
I am not whole and I am not invisible just in between.

Like a ghost I have no place and no purpose,
passing time in an endless journey that's worthless.
I love and despise pain
because I am profane.
*Too ashamed to live and yet too proud to die.

Bleed* like me I *promise it will hurt.
That is how I flirt,
I run to sorrow,
I do not borrow...
I rob souls.

Do you accept this dark blessing?
I cannot guess...
but I will stress.
For I am heartless and artless.
There is an endless winter in my heart.

I'm so sad I think I'm happy now,
I run torn and broken yet fully aware,
the pain in my eyes cannot be hidden through lenses,
the sorrow in my heart too heavy to stand,
yet the regrets from yesterday still remind me of you.

The happiness ripped out of my existence to feel your pain,
only a glimpse of your brain,
throughout the blood rain,
I seen your heart dropping from the sky still beating,
longing for "True Love" and my heart made the same greeting.

Although I have all the answers,
I won't reveal one as I am one of several cancers,
a cancer of your mind and your soul,
forever engraved in your existence and taking a toll,
**I promised I was deadly when we met like a drug to a user.

The man with the crooked smile,
hidden motives were his style,
the droves of people noticed his trick,
no one was fooled and he seemed to be slick.
He smiled only to please and never to emote.

The flaw was in his act,
he seemed too abstract...
For he was silent.
He was not violent.
But people's imaginations run wild with a grin so sinister.

Once just an imitation of an actor,
now the best in show and his smile is a factor,
the mystery in his soul is as dark as the outcomes,
you can even hear the drums.
Just a puppet for the gods, the humans believe he's real.