You know I’m a horrible person, right?
And this isn’t self-pity talking,
Or me portraying some delusion
To make myself feel better.
This comes from my confidence.
I will use you.
I am selfish.
I’m not caring.
And the only thing I truly want from you
Is to believe me.
You only like the idea of what
You think I am,
And you’re wrong, I’m telling you
To walk away.
I often get mistaken for a lamb
Because of my soft exterior,
But my interior is cruel and jagged.
My soul will rip out your throat
And I’ll enjoy it too,
I’ll feed off all the drama and pain
You’re too lovely for such a fate.
I’ll have doubts and regrets
About how I’ve treated you,
But that won’t stop me.
I’m begging you
Leave me here to rot.
Lucifer Thinking