Beckoning A Dying Love

by Amerasian   Mar 10, 2008


Staring at you,
You never look at me.
I thought you said I was cute,
Now do I make your eyes cringe,
At the thought of looking at me?
Are you afraid to look me in the eyes,
See the pain within,
Or afraid to look because you still love me?
There is no way that you love me,
You never said it to my face.
Why do you torture me?
With the every beat of my heart,
I feel so cold and alone.
I shiver at night,
While my heart slowly crawls from my body.
You are beckoning my dying heart,
Towards you and your demon.
What will you do with my heart?
And how many more have you devoured?
Do you enjoy this sick game?
A game of pain,
Torture,
And lying love to players.
When will you realize the pain you cause?
Pain is something you do not understand.
When will you stop this cruel and evil scheme?
A scheme you thought up, while alone with him.
How can you think such vicious thoughts?
Your brain withholds the perfect plan.
When will you love me?
A love that leads to my bitter end.

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