When I am alone I think of you, when I think of you it makes me feel even more alone.
When you think about me do you feel alone? Do you feel angry? Do you feel happiness?
When I am with you I only think about myself, I am me, I am evil.
I consume evil and keep it for myself, holding it within my dark black heart.
I consume all that I touch, now you are being consumed. One more touch and you are mine.
Touch me again? Come on please? Just once more. Let me have you.
Sell me your soul for the coins in my pocket. A penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your nightmares, and a dime for you life.
I will take you in and hold you in my dark black heart. Never let you out anymore, you’re mine.
What happened to the simple days? Do you think about me when you feel alone? Do you feel angry? Do you feel Happiness? Or do you just feel sick to your stomach?
By: Tim Harrison
