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I feel the coldness of being all alone in these dreams

I trip and fall on the ground and no one hears my screams

She left me here to die inside

Only piece of advice was this pill of cyanide

I wish I could awake but I cannot be awaken from my sleep

My mind took over and I am in too deep

As she sings a song of mockery and deceit

I slowly wither away as I admit defeat

Her words of harsh reality sting and cuts my face

A crimson mask forms on me and drips on her slippers made of lace

Her voice is far worse than her blows to my body and soul

Once my love, now my eternal foe

She prays the worst for me and my existence

Never lets go, she is manically persistent

Will not rest until I am no more

And Death is lurking near, rapping and tapping at my door

A slender, yet powerful hand chokes me to take away what is left

How foolish she is, taking my life is just petty theft

No matter to her, as long as I am done forever

Her ropes of sorrow that bind me do not sever

When my last breath is gone I awake

But I am still tied, about to break

Not a dream, no, but a cruel reality now

All I ask is,"How did this happen? How?"

But my last words are met with a quick knife swipe to my throat and I bleed my entire self

I am just a trophy now, adorned on her shelf

She broke me down until I was nothing more than a scared beast

She fed on this, like the most esquisite of feasts

My parting thoughts before I am gone come too late

"She never loved you, she was full of spite and hate"

Goodby for I am close to being done

My life is burning out, like a dying sun