You get to touch her.
You get to hold her.
You get to do all the things I want to.
You get to kiss her.
You get to be with her.
You can inhale her smell.
Watch her sleep and smile
Hear her laugh and cry.

I can't.
It pains me.
More than I thought it would.
I want to kiss, touch and caress her.
Hold her and inhale her smell.
You lucky duck.
You better enjoy her.
Never hurt her.

Cause all I can do is talk to her.
And now that is gone.
Again.
And I blame you.
Cause, you can touch, kiss and hold her.

Written by [Ayame the Snake]

She stares at me, glares at me
While feeding me these lies
Telling me she loves me
And that it's a feeling that never dies

They may have once been true
These lies that she sows
But now they foul the air
And she does not know I know

I know that love, it isn't
It's darker, bleaker, twisted
This feeling cuts the ties of love
Like the throat of one's foes

The feeling that she feels
Fills me with disdain
But will never over power
A broken heart's true pain

Written by [Lord Josmar]

Truth, it doth glimmer,
Upon thy wicked brow,
Whom hath thee cut,
With words from thy tongue?
The deep regret,
Of honest brutality,
Does it touch thee where thou stand?
Does it burn thee with its bitter taste?
Surely not,
Or thee would coat thy words with honey.

Written by [Ravendust]

and yes, it is true
that you managed to pierce
deep, deep under my thick skin
- that's where you placed your drug

but of course, it is known
that it was bound to happen
even to me, although
I always thought I was something else

love, do you see
that I'm the one with more
to lose? that you changed me
from a martyr to a creator?

I never wished to be holy.

so tell me, love,
how does one distinguish
humble development
from brainwashing?

Written by [hannes]