• Your hatred and your sorrow,
    They were the hands with which you tore the world in two,
    You weren't the first that he condemned to lack of trust,
    But still you
    Wished you knew why he left you in this,
    But you always know he'll be there,
    Not here but he's there and waiting
    Not for you but he's still there and waiting.

    You watch him dance and you still see the reckless beauty of youth,
    Blown away as cinders of the pale mourned,
    By the awful winds:
    Not of time but of despair,
    You see him there as he loses himself to what he has become
    In the redness under a bleeding watchful moon he stained with
    Nameless god knows what sanguine, and it dripped through clouds
    Though you weren't watching anymore,
    But you still knew and you still ached and still you burned
    Bloodless missing heart, red and raw as that circle in the sky.

    You, just a withered flower in the grass,
    Through time and terror you will grow,
    Through time and terror he will stay,
    Never failing always watching
    Though eyes always closed to you,
    What you did to yourself and what you did to him,
    What you did to them both in your madness and your myriad breeds of lust.

    You saw him there when it took him over,
    Once it took you over, it happened twice,
    Three times, a thousand times, but it only mattered twice,
    You saw with those infernal eyes of yours
    How it turned him to stone,
    You saw him there when it stilled his gentle hand,
    So cold, and both they knew the feeling,
    You thought you were and you knew
    What he was to be was not something you could regret,
    There was no space to take seed within your envy.

    You were there when he gave in, he gave up,
    And you were there to tell him that
    'I know, I know, I know what it is,
    To want, to die,
    I know the pain of the unknown,
    Just hold on tight, to me, to life, to everything you do know,
    Just listen though you hate me,
    I can't love but I love you,
    I ceased to feel but I feel you.'
    He never heard because you never said,
    Could only run away as he cried red
    As the other one,
    The first one, turned away despite the pain that jarred him,
    Though never did the agony once touch his mind for you.

    And he was there when you fell back down
    A second time,
    And he was waiting when you rose from the ashes of your shame
    Bitter faced and bleeding from nowhere but he saw it,
    Crimson and dripping though it wasn't ever there
    And he reached a forgiving hand and he told you
    One last time I'll stand by you
    One last time I can let it go
    One more time and I will forsake you with the flaws and fractures in me.

    You were there, he was there,
    You, never, touch, again,
    No, he doesn't want to see what you did to him that time
    Of hopeless acrimony and wanting for the
    Tangible thing beating in your,
    Still and empty chest,
    The clockwork, useless, souless mockery
    Of your obssession.

    There is another but you never even gave in did you,
    It burns you up at night but still not taunting
    Quite as he did,
    For such a mindless, emotionless beast you still
    Wear that little space of yours on your sleeve for those two
    One to hate and one to want to hate,
    One to kill and one to turn away.

    One who killed and one who turned you back,
    That other one you could not find space in your abyss, your void to care for,
    The one who butchered that final hope you had and yet you still
    Still are what you are for him and that b*****d who tore you a second time
    Those wicked cruel bitches who chanced upon the last two shreds of your humanity
    And took them in and they kept them and it grew
    And yet they never once noticed what they kept in their hands
    Their beautiful murdering hands... Curse them...
    Rather stay a nameless wretch in that place your soul is made of,
    Than be condemned by fates and the misguided compassions,
    To shrivel and resent in an innocent new shell.