he'll want you.
he'll slither in and taunt you.
then turn around and fault you.
he'll want to break you, then never call you
all because he hates himself.
he hates his life, he lives in hell.
you'll be the first that he will tell.
he's hallow; he's an empty shell.
he's worthless, but your everything,
and when he screams, your lack of reasoning
would always send you running
to a man that's never satisfied.
he wastes away, he's always sympathized.
with caffine, nicotine, he fills his nights.
you wonder if you cross his mind.
he wanted you.
he wanted to possess you.
he wanted only to kill you.
he wants nothing more to do with you.
is he confused? he's the only one who knows.
they say a door opens after one has been closed.
so he hides behind it and never shows
the man he once claimed to be.
the one you'll never again see.