She loves me

by Zeke   Mar 26, 2007


She was my beauty,
And my beast.
I left out my heart,
She did feast.

I drank my blood on every word,
She made me this, so quite absurd.

She hates me,
She hates me not.
She loves me?
She loves me not...

Roses are red violets are blue.
I was already dead, what was I to do?

She was my pain,
and my joy.
I was her puppet,
I was her toy.

I cut my throat still,
Just to watch blood, cascade, and fill.

She hates me,
She hates me not.
She loves me?
She loves me not...

As good as air, I lie in wait.
To die my friend, I'll celebrate.

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