The ones you love the most..

I made a mistake
I admit it's my fault
My selfish desire
made me a demon I'm not

Now I hurt you
you have gone silent
You say I don't love
and all I have is obsession

But I must tell you
If I have ever known love
it has been with you
and I known it so much

Take your time
think things through
But know this
I am thinking of you

I try and stand up she'll shoot me back down.
It's a selfish cry, an overwhelming scene..

When velvet stained fingers on these hands belong to me.
By blood at least I call them mine but I've no desire to claim..
Instruments used to grip and cut, no she wants all the blame.

Stop running, I Get IT... she needs the control.
I love her, she's fading, she's sick ...forever in front of this mirror. I'm staring at her ghost.