I had your love to borrow
I used your love to feel alive
but once I had it, my eyes chased another and soon the love I once felt for you was replaced not only by another soul
but with an infatuation so fierce it kept me up at night in the most bewitching of hours, making me foam at the mouth for more! more! more!
I had your love to use
as a distraction, as a plaything
but believe me when I say it was real while it lasted.
its conception was completely pure - as pure as can be - so much so that even a human as detached as myself felt a flicker of warmth in my heart.
I felt touched.
but as always, I'll choose to dance with the devil than have a taste of paradise.
I'm always thinking about the next person to give me this exhilarating high! and you were caught in the crossfire of my inhumane games
lost in the web of lies I weave in order to assimilate to this culture of romance.
(I've never seemed to fit quite in)
I thought I just wanted to keep you happy!
I thought I wanted to keep you safe!
yet instead I've kept all this from you to evade the remorse that claws at my throat at the thought of abandoning you.
so, I'll grow ever more distant and cold to you as he sucks the life out of me with each and every tantalizing touch.
