Pretty girl
You looked at me
No idea what you see
Do you see the blame?
And the shame I feel?
Maybe less than half a man.
Never enough,
Looking for normality;
So I built
My own reality.
The raven moves
His beak so quick
Click, click, click;
He tears his prey apart.
Does he wonder how he got this way?
Not so;
And nor do I.
That night
I gave my life to you.
You slapped my face
I said it’s true,
You are what I need.
You called me a liar;
The only lies I ever told
Were to myself,
And they grow cold;
So the raven comes to feed.