bad man sad man gone

 

i saw our future.  
i died to give you torture

but it was not to be
you were real and i was not
i didn't live there.

you would have learned to hate me
you would have fed the fire in my head
until i burned you sleeping.
you would have taught me to sharpen
to be the cold edge, and not the soft skin
it pressed against in vile weakness.

i ended up a murderer by proxy
and i will never speak to you again

the fire is out.

so why do i feel like i am not living here
why do i sometimes sense the wild death
i was with you
and miss it still