You think you're big and bad,
Because you hold my broken heart in your hand.
Watching, laughing, smiling,
Not caring how messy you get as my red blood drips.
Tainting the pristine floor,
Rubbing salt in my gaping wounds.
Powerless in your presence,
Thinking wistfully that I could hate you.
I want to scream out,
Calling at the vile creature you truly always were.
However, it's not worth it...
Because we both know I'll always love you.
What's wrong with me?
You say I'm acting "oh so silly"
The rage bubbles inside,
Body too heavy with dread to move.
It's done, it's complete,
You've ensnared me in your trap.
It seems now, I'm dead,
Just another puppet in your collection.
