You're chasing those dark strands of hair.
Teasing you like I used to love.
But you got sick of the teasing.
Old tricks grow tiresome.
But don't let these tears tease you.
This is not a trick.
I'm crying.
And you're coarsing terror through my veins.
You still can't grasp those dark strands of hair.
Until the best moment of your life occurs.
Another dead end.
In your favor this time.
I'm trapped.
This time you tease me.
With that pointy piece of medal.
Lusting for my blood.
And sparkling with our past
You finally get ahold of those dark strands,
and throw me to the ground.
This is your revenge.
And it's your turn to tease me.
Slowly carve "hell" into my back.
Cause that's where you're sending me.
And beat me numb.
I take my last breath.
And my only remorse was loving you.
