Shameful it is
To think that
I would gain
Anything more
Than a few
Bloody tears
From dancing
With someone
Who believes
Their life is
Worth proving

The only pleasure
That I can leech
From the vultures
Who are too eager
To wait for
My timely death
Is knowing that they
Can only drain
So much blood
From my
Overworked veins

I am drowning
In your kindness
For letting
A whelp like me
Breathe your air
But know that
The only thing
Your fists serve
To teach me
Is that pain
Is the only thing
I have
Been allowed
To love

Beg your
Misbegotten sense
Of self-loathing
That you will
Learn to stop
Pounding on
The door set-up
By recourse
So that you
Will never cultivate
The seeds of hate
You spewed within my
Soft, budding frame

I can only pull
So much pleasure
From the veins that
Have already popped
Under my grip
I can only watch
You twitch
For so long
Before the pity
You never
Had the soul
To give me
Sets in

Shame you
Never once lifted
Your fists
To see the beauty
That lies
within your
Enemies' eyes
But remember
My former
Look of dread
When you realize
That stones
Can be thrown
Both ways


Lyrics submitted by LMthePencilMagician, edited by Mellow_Harsher

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