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Others Help?
I am sick of those around me,
I'm see of what they see,
all their words are blurs of horror,
mirroring their true reactions unfurled.
I am sick of their endless lies,
I'm sick of their curious, prying eyes.
Why can't they let me be?
Why won't they let me fall?
I am no angel, more like demon or cursed spirit,
I need no good will, good life merit,
Stay away from me, those who would say they helped!
None of you did and none of you will!
CAN YOU NOT GET IT?
DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?
YOU CAN NOT HELP ME, YOU CAN ONLY HURT ME,
YOU CAN NOT SAVE ME, ONLY FAIL ME...
I quote from my favorite book:
I am an angel who sins, a saint who kills, and a lover who hates...
The few loves I have... yet so deeply they burn...
Both are from vampire books... vampires... so much more humane then humans...
Where is this going?
No where... Just stay away.
Don't drag me along...
I don't want you to...
I don't want your help or your pity...
