My love for you is like a new box of tissues,
You keep using more, pulling one more out,
It seems as if there is an infinite amount,
Never running out.

You don’t even think about.

You use one more tissue,
Just a little more love whenever you need me.
But you don’t realize I’m not a what,
Realize WHO you are using.

Just use another, two at a time.
Discarding with ease.
One more,
Two more,
You can’t possibly run out.
Soiling it,
Crumpling it,
Then throwing me out.

But one day you’ll pull the last tissue,
Leaving nothing but an empty box.

Then what will you do?

I am not just a box of tissues.
My love WILL run out.
If you keep on using me,
Throwing my love away.
*I will leave you.

I taste the blood from your wrist
you scream in pain trying to resist..
resist me from draining you dry and killing you..
then you notice you have poison in your blood steam from cutting yourself with that razor
you ask me to **** the poison from out of you
so you will be saved... or will you

I see him... staring directly at me
moving the same as me in every direction
smiling when I smile, anger when I show anger.
It's not me, only a look alike...
look really close... look directly in the eyes...
they're black, completely black.
He's waiting for me, he's waiting to come out...
the dark anger building up inside me.
The wolf looking directly at me...
howling in my sleep, waiting for March 16, 2014
when the full moon rises.
He's rested for so long calm, steady, in patients...
to once again come forth to feed on these humans.
I can hear him now... my Shadow Wolf...
ready to come out to play...like once...before.