• I saw you alone, cold, and tired.
    I let you into my arms so maybe I could warm you.
    But you wanted no more, turning away
    Every move you made hurt more every day.
    I told you secrets unspoken, inner hopes.
    But you never cared to hear them, never wanted to see
    What was before you was me, wishing and willing.
    Ready and willing to accept you fully.
    And yet you still turned away, a pitiful mistake.

    And now you sit speaking of how you lost someone.
    How you lost love
    And of how they hate you.
    You wonder why people turn on you, why they hate you.
    You’re two faced and shallow, leading the blind to death.
    Silencing the loners, turning the truth away.
    Oh how I wish I could see inside you.
    Know more of your pain.
    So maybe I could create a bit more torment and laugh at you while you weep.

    Your blood: Impure, Your heart: Cold
    Your mind: Macabre, Your soul: Wishing
    The same as mine, two different souls intertwined.
    One sweet and kind, the other plotting against.
    We could be more than what you assume.
    But I still think you need more pain.
    And so I’ll let you walk in your dread field.
    And let them pull you down.

    I’ll await you in Hydra Prime, beneath the waves.
    For you will soon be six feet under.
    But I will wait so you can drown alongside me.
    And no one will know if we’re crying.
    For our tears shall go unnoticed in the water.
    Our blood will combine and disperse.
    The only significance of my laughter will be bubbles rising.
    Showing life drift away slowly.
    And this will be your ultimate torment.
    To see me pass before your eyes.

    My hair will flow with it all and wrap around.
    Strangling my soul ever more tightly.
    And I will push you away if you reach out to save me.
    For this is what I want.
    Your suffering shall be my final joy.
    And I will laugh the whole time.
    Because it was your desire, your wish.
    Your choice, to turn me away.

    And if by chance we live through it.
    You will be cursed with knowing you lost everyone.
    Anyone who ever loved you.
    Anyone who ever cared..
    They will all be gone.
    Including myself, we will all watch you fall.
    We will walk without you, a thousand strong.
    Against you, a lone soul.
    A fight which you cannot win will confront you.
    No matter how highly you may think of yourself.
    Myself alone will make you crumble.
    For I am the one who promised to be yours forever.
    And to lose the one who you meant so much to..
    Will utterly destroy your hope.

    And to see them laugh at you in your corner.
    Will bring you farther down.
    Driving you deeper and deeper into solitude and sadness.
    A thousand people will look down at you.
    None will understand why you are this way.
    None except me, the one who listened.
    The one who knows of your secrets, your ridiculous ideas.
    But you also do not understand me.
    Why I’ve become the way I am.
    And maybe that’s why I turned so quickly.
    Why I stopped speaking.
    For I understood you, but you never got me.
    I’m too much of a mystery for you to handle.

    The coldness in my soul is too much for you to hold.
    Only one might be able to control it.
    But even she is still new to it.
    But you still have life left.
    You still seem to cling onto something..
    What it is, I don’t know yet.
    And why you do so is beyond me.
    You’ll have no chance of earning my trust again
    I wish you would just go.
    Your face kills me inside and there is no point in looking.
    I confessed to you, but you shied away.

    This battle we lead will soon meet an end.
    Come to a close in an ultimate war of words.
    This is it progressing, slowly expanding.
    I am aware, but I will not stop it.
    For I someday wish to see you make the jump.
    From the great height, become airborne
    I want to watch as you fall faster and faster.
    And I want to laugh at your funeral for all you created and destroyed.
    Such a delight it shall be as I pour crimson tears unto your corpse.
    Laughing silently, watching faces turn to stone.
    They’ll watch as your soul is disgraced by my presence.
    But they’ll all join in, laughing ever so cruelly with me.
    And we will have a delightful time.
    Playing games, burning, cutting, bleeding to death.
    A maniacal miracle it will become, a circus of inversion.
    Spiraling ‘round and ‘round, twisting time.
    And eventually tearing apart as my crooked mind and soul has.
    Many moons ago..ever deadly..