Addicted to Humiliation ( You Are )

You couldn't love me if ever you tried.

I'm not your type, not full of pride.

Or full of me, all i can be, is what you see.



I'm in pieces...

A cross to bear...
A jaded Narcotic..
defrauded tear..
Still so hysterical...
Your moth to your flame..






Ecomium showers me in glow.

Don't say goodnight, you needn't have to go.


I'm a Neophyte, Pristine...Burning inside..

I want you to know that I really ****ing tried...

so theres your poision, across there, on the otherside.

I'm Pure.
Somewhat Demure.
My Self - abuse it shows I missed the noose

I know my conflicts grow..

I expected nothing more tonight, how obscure of me to think I might...

I wouldv'e painted your world Euphoric..

Raised you to elation, a seventh sense of sight.





How Sedate.... My Nocturne isn't played with hate.

I know you crave a malevolent symphony.

One played not for you, but he.


The demon that steals you, and hides you, and rapes you.
What happened to serenity?

Covered with blood again..

Would you adore a halcyon?
or maybe an anodyne, to forget that morbid song?
Broken ribs, X'ed out eyes, Choking on blood, and the tears that flood.





Nice guys finish last, you got my number but i don't expect a call any kinda fast..


By your side again, though he's nearly killed you my beautiful friend..

I'll sit till dawn, or however long..

but the drugs wear off, and just before you act, please stop and think, before you go right back..


Should I call you a *****?
(would that help my position?)
Should I smack you like a *****?
( would you love me then?)
Should I humilate you on the bathroom floor?
( would you look at me like that? )
Or should I let you die, a broken nasty, dirty nothingface strung out *****?






Nice guys finish last...
We all finish last.