• It feels strange to me even now,
    they way that smile is set.
    It isn't one of love or kindness,
    Or sympathy I'd bet.
    You wear the same grin as I,
    Does that make us the same?
    You enjoy the gush of blood,
    While I enjoy the pain.
    And the marks on my skin,
    match the scars on your arms.
    We fell too hard this time.
    While your charms leave my mouth
    bitter, lustful and dry.
    While others call it love,
    we call it completely insane.
    Because we know the truth,
    The truth behind the rage.

    We enjoy each other's company if only for this sake,
    We are not like the others, we are utterly strange.
    our first impulse isn't to hug or kiss or go on silly dates.
    Its to push as hard as we can, just to know when the other breaks.