Your words tell me all I need to know.
Sick,
twisted.
But I am not the brainless
toy you think I am
nor will I ever be.
A friend I thought you,
a sister,
someone whose very soul
spoke to mine.
My dear one, you never where.
To save you,
impossible now I know,
I would have sacrificed myself,
my heart,
possibly my soul.
The laughter from the pain you brought
told me where I stand
within your circle of depravity.
Your alone and
still the angst and filth
covers your mind.
You
my sweet who I fought for
are the one to blame.
You lied to those who’d help you,
your games only ruined yourself,
but they will never ruin me.
I go my way now,
though it pains me
my hands I wash,
to forget you
I wish I could.
Your taint will now longer effect
what is mine.
