Dr Jekyl

I dare you to miraculously take my thrown, take the dagger, but I have a stone. I dare you to rip my rugged shirt the one you bought me 5 years ago I dare you to torture my humbly bitten soul the one you bit right threw, sucking my treacherous flesh- as if it were venom. But I don't dare you to love me, the way I once did, the way I searched your pupils, every aspect of color alive- I don't dare you to please me, I've been pleased too much before- taking my pride- cherishing it. You ripped out your own heart- while dealing with mine. Soaking up the blood from your steak-knife- the same assassination you've done before it's really not worth this much. It really never was. But I long for those days every 2nd day. Where it was you and I and all the sweet-time in the world. Now- history Kiss me one final time. Finale of repetition Smash your dirty face in mirror. I don't believe you anymore.