Name: Anonymous 2008-11-13 3:22
Morphine
It all ends in tears of regret. You still don't know why, do you?
I wish I had something to say, but instead I'm just waiting patiently.
I satiated my starving desires with your desperation, and now leave you to die.
You were always alone in this dance of trust, comfort and confusion.
Don't worry, dear. You'll always be here,
adding to the vengeful choir clawing at my mind,
living away your life independent of your corpse.
I could have saved you. Instead I gave you love.
(In b4 "Gene, Gene made a machine..." etc.)