Did you get enough blood to feed your flame
Have you finished with causing me pain
If you don’t know why you want me dead
Then why did you let me live
I have spent endless nights haunting rooms
Preventing others from entering your dreams
I was never the only one you needed though
In my absence, they all lined at your door

Here is a heart to heart;
You hold my still beating heart in your pale hand
Whilst I stoke the fire to melt the ice surrounding yours
This story unfolds before me like a blood-soaked musical
There is no handsome male lead to take my hand
Instead I will remain on the sidelines
Watching you make love to the crowd.

Look at what I have become now
A walking corpse, empty, unloving, unseeing
I am not your only victim
I am your most prized victim instead
Living in rags whilst you have the luxury of life and love
The worst part of all of this is
I wish you had let me die in the first place.