I feel myself becoming a shell
A husk
I feel myself becoming
Every word there ever was
...
If I had a book would it sell
Would it look lonely on the shelf
Would it's pain seep through the binding
Read by many but bought by none
...
Lost
I lost her
To a slow
And agonizing death
I knew her darkest secrets
I'm the one who knew her best
You can not see her hate
Or her pain
Just a mask
A mask to fool you with