You left me for dead like the rest
The simple inability of human emotion
Drives me to a state of hatred
Not of you, my dear, but poor me
For I am the one to blame for misfortune
I deserve the pierce of your frigid heart
I am not a human but rather a puppet
Manipulated for the joy of those
Who wish not a life of stability
**** your morals and **** your desires
The sickness overcame you
Companionship is a weakness
Only I have succumb to
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 7:32 AM UTC
You left me for dead like the rest
The simple inability of human emotion
Drives me to a state of hatred
Not of you, my dear, but poor me
For I am the one to blame for misfortune
I deserve the pierce of your frigid heart
I am not a human but rather a puppet
Manipulated for the joy of those
Who wish not a life of stability
**** your morals and **** your desires
The sickness overcame you
Companionship is a weakness
Only I have succumb to
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