You smile, ever so gently or cruelly, and I crack a little inside.
You touch me, passionately cold, and I weep into your hair.
You kiss me, sweetly, bitterly, and I bleed a little more.
You laugh and I cry.
You are the darkness; yet you are Light.
This is injustice. You are unjust.
Yet, somehow
I love you.
So chain me up or lock me down. It doesn't matter.
Just let me scream.
Just kill me.
As long as you let me love you.