letters from hell        

My bleeding blood soaked heart is the price I paid,
cupid ran it through with his arrow,
thats when the infection set in, such a fucked up lulaby;
truth can not exist in the essnce of a lie,
I'm left damned and yearning,
slighted and burning-emmense.
I've a fever in my chest and I sweat
like the pouring rain; sick  and disgusted, it would seem
that love is my bane, who else would be to blame,
such a seedy chance that I took,
I've torn my lips on a treble hook.

I only want to be loved and love in return;
what happened to those late night promises?
were they but sweet nothings at the height of passion?
I sit here dejected with my head in my hands; tears flow
like a storm of emotion, sadness in a sky so unclear,
and everytime you'll find me here.