"Our History"

I'm not really here. I was just a voice in your head, giving you reason to hate me. It was not my intention to let you fall but you gave in to me. A suggestive naked body. I only wanted you to keep me. My being grows stone cold without your flames. I walked over burning coals to love you. Was it not the same for you?

Taken for granted. You never looked back as me, as you strung me to the back of your wild and cruel torture. How could I not have escaped from you? How was i to survive this pain? I clung on to you in vain, pleading for your mercy, begging you to stop the twist of your blade.

I saw you as my god, my angel, my light at the end of the dark winter's night. You left me empty, hallow and hungry. My dignity stripped. A soul you placed inside me to shame me. She was not my soul. She was not what made me who I was. But you loved her, and torture her, more then you loved me. Was it easier for you that way? Because you didn't have to see my glory? Was your passion for my pain greater then all my love for you? Why didn't you stop to kiss my face again? Didn't you hear me? Didn't you see me? Were you so obsessed with giving me a soul?

I do not want you control me. I never did and i never will.  ¶ 6/13/2005 08:25:00 PM