I’ve spilt the blood of many.
I’ve spared only a few.
I’ve never shown any mercy.
Until it came to you.
You were like darkness falling.
You were a single star.
You enveloped me completely.
Before I found out what you are.
We could split the heavens.
We could scream the truth.
We were never happy.
Because you just enjoyed abuse.
You took away my hatred.
You took what I had built.
You replaced my frame with fire.
And my blood is all you spilt.
I don’t know why I let you.
I don’t know why I do.
I don’t know why you hate me so.
Or how I still love you.
You’re sick inside your passions.
You’re as nasty as you need to be.
You’re good but for one exception.
Because the toy you use is me.
I remember my own nightfall.
I remember my own disguise.
I remember falling for you.
Inside your world of lies.
Now I see my error.
Now I know your disease.
Now I realize you’re never happy.
Unless I’m on my knees.
I will not be broken.
I will not forget the scars.
I will not just be your victim.
But I’ll remember who you really are.
I’ve spilt the blood of many.
And I’ll only spare a few.
But I know I’ll show no mercy.
Not when it comes to you.
