I danced with the devil last night.
Alone in my room, I waited for you.
My mouth began to taste of blood.
I should have known.
I should have felt the ice slip through my veins.
I should have heard the screams that chilled the darkness.
Time ticked by.
Seconds dragging on for hours.
With every passing second of my life,
you love me, only less.
I long to die.
And so I dance in my sleep.
The blood in my veins will stop flowing and dry up.
When you return to me, your guilt will consume you.
You will be lost inside my imaginary madness.