Always falling into your own misery when you stare at a blank screen

Deciding your pity is nothing compared to your Prejudice

Death in your eyes as your heart lays dying

Icy breaths leaving your shuttering body

Cries leaving your throat

Tears falling from your eyes

Easier said then done as you look to the future

Deadening silence lacing the room with your past

Loving you is always like a drug

It’s as addictive as revenge is vindictive

Killing can seem so wrong, until the masochist in you comes out

Easy your pain by giving your self the pleasure you deserve

Accept yourself, and what you deserve

Deceit and lies were all they feed you,

Royalty pales in comparison to some of the beauty and qualities you hold

Ugly runs at the mention of your name

Gluttony was but one of the seven sins, none were ever apart of you but always aimed towards you.