Eyes flash with anger
at my rejection
of offers of artificial affection.
Why can't they see
they don't really want me.
What they see is a mask,
a front to hide
all the darkness inside.
I silently beg to be left alone,
least this gathering gloom
their innocent souls consume,
leaving blood on my hands
that makes it still darker within.
at my rejection
of offers of artificial affection.
Why can't they see
they don't really want me.
What they see is a mask,
a front to hide
all the darkness inside.
I silently beg to be left alone,
least this gathering gloom
their innocent souls consume,
leaving blood on my hands
that makes it still darker within.