On dysfunction you thrive

Blood can quench your thirst

But only I can make you bleed

Brutal authority.

Animosity, instincts too intense to bury

Put the bruises in your photo album

Tell the kids you were in love

Infatuated with the pain

Pleading for another busted lip

One more broken bone for your collection

Mascara stained cheeks tell a story

Faithful and in love

Hurt and neglected

Empty tears sing a song

For you I'll be a monster

Feeding off your need to hurt.