Love of Death

The fingers of death caress my neck
The shattered fragments of what used to be my heart are strung upon the floor
Death,
He presses his lips to mine, a cold cold pleasure
The chill of his skin touches mine,
And the silvery blade draws nearer
My love has left me once again
And left me for good this time
I knew I was never good enough

No matter what I did I wasn't good enough
I wasn't smart enough
I wasn't pretty enough
I wasn't anything he wanted me to be
I was all he hated
I was the reason for him to hate his life

I thought he loved me for who I was
I thought he always would love me and take care of me
But I knew better
No such a man exists
They pledge themselves to you then they leave you in the cold
That fire you had found disappears
And suddenly you begin to realize he was only playing you
Like he had played so many other girls
Like he will play so many girls

The cruel and twisted hand of fate brought me to him
Not to be loved, but to be played
To be tortured
To be hated
And fate, she laughed in my face as I sat with that sparkling blade
And dragged it softly against my skin

This could be the very last night...
So goodbye
Who knows perhaps Death is the perfect man who will love me like I always wanted to be loved