dead before you died
a shadow that's not even alive
an existence that has no purpose or meaning
an empty shell that has no feeling

who are you to tell me how to feel?
who are you to decide what is actually real?
your heart stopped beating long before this
yet you stand before me with the illusion of bliss

you have a black heart made purely of anger
you have no folly or any fear of danger
you hurt only when you look me in the eye
because you see someone who said "Not I."

you see before you someone not whole
you see someone with a semi-tattered soul
you see someone who will always be open
you see someone who's just a little bit broken

you may not have anything to fear
but i could safely say that it hurts you, my dear