Why are our guilty pleasures so sweet?
Maybe it's because the sweet taste of you can not replace the scars on my skin nor heart
But it could possibly subside the pain
You my darling are similar to my favorite bottle of painkillers
You numb me for an hour or two until I have to indulge in more of you and then eventually you're gone
Leaving me in a whole new state of mind
I hear the whispers of how you murder your "lovers" souls and leave them wondering what they did wrong.
That you leave them dead inside.
Am I a fool to think that I could be different in your eyes?
/k.p./
