My Eyes

It’s your fault you fell for me, I told you to save yourself.
My eyes are dangerous and clouded like my soul.
Your innocence and free will drew my sight to your soul.
What I took from you was of great treasure and wealth.

I stabbed your heart and pearced your spine.
I conned you for what I wanted.
Once I took it, I took joy and boasted.
And with what I have and with you gone I’ve gained so much pride.

Kill yourself, I don’t care I pitty your worthlessness.
With myself in glee with your virginity, seeing you in sorrow is sweet.
My eyes drawl my next victim and brings me a new treat.
Live and learn and you did learn not to trust a mans blue eyed hopefulness.

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