He spends a lifetime reading stars,
did it ever get him far?
He has the coldest touch,
he causes such a rush
deep within the membrane
of all your codeine veins.
He tears you limb from limb,
wanting him is vain.
His eyes are sunken,
hollow, dim.
If there's a heartbeat,
it's hard to hear function.
He prefers them slim.
I prefer them real.
Soul as gray as steel,
he beats off to watching
your failed attempts to heal.
He's the one you wish you never knew,
he's the one you never seen through.
Bleak and tragic,
he's a life full of magic.
I knew him once,
times long passed.
He was the nicest were'
I ever let pass.
Just too bad
there's fang marks
still on my fat ***.
But that's okay,
he never got the chance
to see just how well
my lifelong love
was built to last anyway.