he layed there, another night,
alone again.
"you're intriguing, I want to taste your mind"
I listened to him;
from far away I could see him.    
that pale face, so serious with those gentle eyes.
I wanted to see myself in those eyes, and to feel like he was only looking at me.
it was dangerous.
           it was selfish.
it was wrong.          
but **** why did it feel so fucken               good?        
and i said to him-
"I'm poison, the world just doesn't know, **** I don't even know how poisonous I am-
come try me."