• You sit, silent and neurotic.

    My tears, they mean nothing to you.

    The rain sings upon the window.

    The love, you believe you gave,

    I'll always give you to you, though you don't

    deserve it; I'll never understand my loyalty to you.

    So dream and believe it's true.

    Sleep and lie there for ever my dearest Giver.

    You're lost and hidden in memories.

    Perhaps you are happier there without me.

    I know your lips will never form the words

    "I am sorry" with meaning.



    And to you, my dearest Providers, you taught me to hate.

    You provided me the lust to please, to replace what I could not

    do for you. You rendered me the comfort of longing.

    My screams, they mean nothing to either of you.

    No longer need I, the darkness to hid from you, for I found that

    you can no longer torment me with actions, nor words.

    And if I had died, you have never felt sad at all.

    So,I wish no longer to waste my words on a creature such as you, no longer

    will I play with words to find my true feelings for you.