I could never stand infront of you and tell you how I feel.

I fear the flagrant reactions to my open heart and seal.

I love you but I know that you will never feel the same,

so I choose to stand in darkness with my hurt soul held in shame.

Your cold and adverse glances cut my decency in two.

It's only you I want when liked by an inferior few.

My love comrises hurt and hate and thick blood on my wrists.

I fell off satan's cliff

on that silent night we kissed.

Your actions are an argot used by b****es and by wolves.

The alleged fact you cared for me I really think is bull.

But I wouldn't let you go if you came crawling back to me.

For now I live in average comfort 

and soak in average peace.