Myth

I want you to see,

to open your eyes.

To the endless façade.

Through all the lies.

I’m not myself,

I’m hiding away.

In the shadows below,

where devils play.

You won’t step foot,

into this place,

where darkness resides,

without a face.

I was crazy to think,

you’d stand at bay.

I turned around,

you turned away.

A demon’s kiss

is what you gave,

for me to hold,

my soul to save.

Blood on my hands,

broken inside.

From my silent torture,

your rules won’t abide.

A vampire’s bite,

pierced my skin,

drained my soul,

and all within.

And all this for,

one touch from you.

I never received,

just your endless dues.

I’m empty now, hollow inside.

For you I have lived.

For you I have died.

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Great poem sweetheart. not that I have any idea who you are. but such a great poem results in me calling you sweetheart. yeah..well, i'm not a stalker...unless there's someone with REALLY CUTE HAIR around...:)

lol. I'm going to read more of your work now.