Resting in what seems a dream
What seemed to to be a fantasy...

Note to self,
It's the way you twist my words...

I lied there helplessly in dream
Then the pressure of this demonic body hit me...

He sits alone in the blissful black
plotting his own dark vengeful attack...

I want your tongue down my throat
to rub my fingers through you hair...

Send them out to destroy
All the pawns fight with joy...

Betrayal, deceit,
painful suffering, and hearts broken...

Words are my Weapon of Mass Destruction
My spawn of vengeful reproduction...

I'm confused in my thoughts
About someone I want...

THIS IS TO THE PERSON I HATE... BUT LOVE SO DEARLY...

I'm not ashamed of the way I am.
It's not a choice. It's not a mistake...

Sticks and Bones
May break my bones...