i like the way your eyes dance when you laugh

mirror mirror on the wall

who is the most twisted of them all.

you were the person that knew the things i whispered in the dark.

the one that i bared my most ugly thoughts to.

the person that i shared the blackest things with.

my person.

yet.

somehow, you took everything.

and gave back nothing..

except spite

anger

hatred.

i guess

you were never the person you showed.

when i looked

you seem perfect.

the perfect friend.

someone i could finally share everything with.

oh well. the one one who trusts

is always the fool in the story.

Something ugly this way comes,
From my fingers, sliding inside
All these blessings
All these words
God lives underneath your covers
Search for pleasure,
Search for pain
In this world, now I am undying