All the air around me feels like a cage,

a cage with no clear way out.

The only way out is expecting you,

the monster that you've become.

With those beaming yellow eyes.

There's no more times of happiness,

just pain and suffering throughout it all.

Bruises and bitemarks are our symbols now,

no more compassion, kisses, or embraces.

You've given into the darkness,

while I still have a chance in the light.

In the light with everybody else, my new friends.

While you sit there, lamenting over the past.

Over how we used to be so much better.

Over how our love used to be real, not forced.

Not the way it is right now.


Requiem-I told you that I would spam you with depressing poems. Blame it all on psycho cousin.