UnsenseFul

*~*

How can I believe you,
when you lie,
about what you do?

You play with my mind,
all of the bloody time.
These chances are plenty

You are the freak,
I have created.
Pain,
this silly game.

Numbed by the chill,
your perverted frill.

This doesnt' make sense,
but Life never does, does it?