I am lonely and desolate.
While twisted thoughts constantly plays.
For love, I can’t recollect.
Living life by my own evil ways.
Cause I am a thorn of a rose.
That was branched from a vine of hate.
And on my belly I will stroll.
And slither for I am a snake.
I will strike to inject poison into you.
And then watch as your heart stops.
For strife is what I will give you.
And make sure you never reach the top.
I will smile in your face.
Then kill you when I can.
Invade your home and space.
Sleep with your woman or man.
See, I have no respect for me.
So I can only give you none.
And off your pain is how I feed.
I won’t stop eating til I’m done.
Happiness is a thing of the past.
Overrated so I show you despair.
Slowly killing you, how long will you last.
Pain is the way I show you that I care.
I will set you up only to fail.
Then be there for you support.
I’ll tell you things will be fine and also well.
And testify against you inside of court.
Then I will be there to comfort you.
When I’m the one that steered you wrong.
Give false security, that’s what I do.
When you thought I was there for you all along.
But I never want to see you smile.
It turns me on when I see you frown.
So all your negative emotions I gather in a pile.
Then mention them to you to keep you down.
And I will do good deeds out of spite.
For the truth I don’t want you to see.
I want you to keep a blurred vision, a fictional sight.
To think I have a good heart within me.
So now all these wonderful things you think I do.
It makes you a believer.
But simply speaking to be honest and true.
I am the deceiver.

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