for me is the same.
know what to expect,
go back to bed,
same old thing again.
But I am here,
waiting for something exiting to apear.
Maybe I should just be glad that I'm alive and well in the first place...
The cold in the air I feel crawl on my flesh
The spite in your tone when you hiss at me with new complaints
The way your body says you hate me
Is enough to show me that I'm still needed
Loveless sound that motivates me to wither
Thank you, my dear leech
If it wasn't for you,
I could feel alive again
Thank you for ******* me dry.
— The End —