My Pyscopath

He offered me a way out…
Passage to another time
Fresh fields in a world of monotony  
Far from daytime chaos  
Nights better than days  
In so many ways
 
I thought it would be easy
He said as much
Trouble was, nothing was true
Not even the creation of you
And so I caved, not knowing which way the sky would turn
If in fact, I would eventually burn
 
Your myth…
Lifeless to all that was left
Just a carcass waiting to rot
Clueless in traditional naivety  
If only, a tune playing endlessly  
Cold now in the light of screaming admission  
Wishing for another chance
Yet so disillusioned to believe in superstition  
 
Stuck here in this reality  
 
News like a curse
Things couldn’t be worse  
Acceptance is but a sore  
Irritating more and more
He’s just… a fucking whore  
Where the future and past bleed into a nightmare I'm desperate for
 
Aah….