He was a monster, Dressed as a Goddess. He thieved my heart, Brazenly, stealthy - yet not modest. He smiled as she watched me bleed, The colour of my veins the same on his lips. He stood swiftly from my fingertips. And I cried for him, drowning in greed. Guilty, he was, of ending me. A thief, liar, a murderer, But I always ran back to bleed Because I love him, and the toxicity.All Rights Reserved