There was a girl living in black canvas
There was a girl drowning in secrets
And a helping hand came to save her
from the dirt

She was only 16
But she knew heaven and hell - they go hand in hand
And this helping hand
was a so-called wolf
Was he a wolf? I still want to know

He drank her vital fluid for breakfast
She bled a slow death
A different one from the one she knew, but death,
nevertheless

To find venom where once love was found
He fed on her insecurity and her illness
offering a poisonous hand
That sends you to the couch, fall in love with ghosts,
happiness, happiness, maybe with a deathly touch.

And then we met again
always and never the same

And my eyes were colored a hue
But now the hue - I felt it change
what about a hue made of myself?
It's all I get

And deciding between those two irreconciliable tales I've spent nearly 8 years.
What is it really about him?