You are charming,
I guess,
In your own deceitful way,
You've helped me,
I suppose,
With things you dared to say.
You saved me,
Even,
From the fiery brink of hell,
I was ready,
Maybe,
For the very last farewell.
But really,
Who cares?
When it all boils down,
I still fell,
My blood still stained,
Splattered crimson on the ground.
Where were you then?
When the blade,
Tore my frame apart?
You did more damage,
Than words can say,
I think you broke my heart.
The world spins,
At the strangest angle,
But I do not fear death,
My lungs rasp,
So pathetically,
I'm on my last breath
You were with her
The one I hate,
I really thought you knew,
I should have said,
It may've helped,
I hate you because I love you.