You tell me what you need
You tell me what you want
You need to see me bleed
To be your ghost that haunts
But you don't want me, you don't need me
I'm just convenient for you
You don't love me, you don't hate me
I'm just someone to use
I know that I'm worthless
I'm useless 'til I'm used
I don't care if you're ruthless
I don't care if I'm abused
You're desperate from release
From this sick world's assault
Your desire has increased
I know it's not your fault
But you can't want me, you can't need me
I'm just a crutch for you
You can't love me, you can't hate me
And I just can't refuse
You're terrified and broken
And that is why you grieve
I'll close what's been opened
And throw away the key
I know what you crave
I know what you need
I can be a slave
For you, I will bleed
You think you want me, think you need me
I'm becoming more to you
Think you love me, think you hate me
It's becoming something new
I will be your shelter
I will be your shroud
Keep you from the altar
Protect you from the crowd
Guard you from the harm
I am always here
I keep you safe and warm
And so you keep me near
Pretend you don't want me, you don't need me
I don't mean a thing to you
Pretend you don't love me, you don't hate me
But these eyes see straight through
Exquisite burning
Passionately voracious
I know you're yearning
Stubbornly tenacious
Tear me down to nothing
Before you I shall kneel
If that if what you're wanting
I shall be your meal
You know you want me, know you need me
Physically, if nothing else
Know you love me, know you hate me
Because I save you from yourself
So love, hate, cherish, or abuse me
Use your animosity to kill
I bend to the power of your ferocity
And you know I always will














Devious Comments
Comments
Do keep up the good work, mon petit loup.
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I'm not blind... I just don't want to see...
I don't want to die... I just don't want to live anymore...
I found myself singing it in my head as I read it, its really well done.
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Im a poor little shut in, please lurve me.
P.S
please forgive bad spelling. pwease *bats eyes*
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I'm bisexual. I'm pagan. I'm certifiably insane, and have the papers to prove it. I also have lots and lots of shiny weapons, and the skill to use them. Still want to call me an immoral, disgusting heathen? ...Didn't fucking think so. Eat lemons and die.
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I'm bisexual. I'm pagan. I'm certifiably insane, and have the papers to prove it. I also have lots and lots of shiny weapons, and the skill to use them. Still want to call me an immoral, disgusting heathen? ...Didn't fucking think so. Eat lemons and die.
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