Distorted Heart
I'm a fickle man
Gifted in looks and intelligence
Praised everyday
Yet
The one whom I love can never be mine
And if they were
No longer would I want them.
As sick as it sounds
It's the knowledge
That you can never be mine
Which strengthens
My feelings towards you.
These feelings are so strong
All beware my intrigues
No one is safe
Not mother's good name
Nor even my new brother's hearts' desire
And in the end
I'd give my life to the devil
If only to see you smile
Happily at the one you choose to love.
Making all my schemes worthwhile.
All the lives I changed
And the lies I told
Would balance the scale
Found within my distorted heart.
What do you think? Does it make any sense?
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