Sorrowfilled Heart And A Depressive Yearning

To Have You Is To Kill Myself First

I want you.

I need you.

I desire you.

And yet like the stars above, you were unreachable.

Oh, I have you. But I wonder if I have you the way you have me?

I am beyond infatuated with you. You became my everything. There wasn't anything or anyone in my mind but you.

You built an empire inside my voidful heart, and I am hopelessly devoted to you.

What's a servant to a king?

What's a worshipper to a God?

What's a sinner to a saint?

I would taint my hands for you.

Shades of blood decorated my fingers.

All in your name.

A morbid kind of love.

Darling, please give me everything.

I gave you my all, and for you only, I destroy myself and others that were in the way of our romance.

Need me like I need you.

(Please love me passionately)

I have you, but do I really?