I still try
Not to cry!!
You said a lot of tragic
words to me last weekend.
That' has made my
wound worsened.
I want you to see
The monster that has
become of me
How the thorns emerged
from a skin so smooth
Bleeding from awful truth
There I was
turning
into a brute I feared
I became the person
i lost once
Reflecting you with
each instance

May be a facsimile
replica of us
Would last longer
than the real has

So here i am doing
as you did
Slaying souls to
fulfill my greed
Using anybody
when i'm in need
But it's you am seeking
in their eyes indeed.