This is Me

What for?

If he ever found out

It would be a massacre

My blood staining walls and floor

Eyes turned red with rage

Pupils black with lust

But what for?

I did nothing wrong

Besides loving him

What crime am I to pay for?

He would confront me

In front of allies

Soon to be enemies.

He would feed me to the dogs

And what for?

For loving him in silence,

Loving him behind his back

Do I deserve the punishment

Of sheer humiliation?

No.

But I cannot help to love him

And when he finds out

It will be a massacre

With my blood

Staining walls and floor