Oh how it hurts, the warmth of your voice and the shattering of my heart when you whip venom into my mind with the flipping of your tongue.
This isn't how it used to be, when the stars lit up the skies in all directions around me, and everything still felt ok.
Oh, how much more can I bare? My heart is filled with angst, angst, fear, jealously and hate.
Oh how these things poison my mind, and each time I try to shed my skin and be reborn into something, someone, anything better, you find a way back into my heart, and into my mind and my pain only grows, and each time you leave me more frail. Fragile, and on the edge like a star that's on it's last leg about to burst every last bit of it's beauty across the universe and die a slow agonizing death.
And it will be the last of you, the last of me. Thing's might of been better but I fear it will never be that way, for the life of me, it's all been a cruel joke and every soft bit of my heart, has been torn apart and replaced with scabs
but even scabs are chewy enough for your pointy teeth.