I Watched you for days
My wings became punctured and I landed short of where you were
they told me I couldn't touch you
They told me I needed you to fly again
But all this time you were just ignoring me
And triggered me into the beast I am now
My wings became pure fire with scales and my hands became black like your heart
It's something I could never touch, you whore.
I want you to take a picture of your heart and tell me what you see
Is it just a black whole? Or just plain old filth?
If your dead will I still fly? Because if I can't have you then no one will. I Don't care if I can't fly any more. I don't want to fly alone. Instead I will find a space all by myself and hold myself tight with the blankets, and each night I'll blow out the candle that you gave me by spitting on it. I'll never trust again. I'll never love again.
and Remember who sent you a kiss marked "Your Plague, Love Me"