That Shalln't Ever be Titled.

I feel barely human,
more like a replicated fiend.
The smell of hair dye seems natural,
and my eyes, they often bleed....

I'm separate from the world,
all my life stays underground....
My speech is mostly movie quotes,
my lips move without a sound.

I want to be your best-kept secret,
so I can kiss you in the dark....
You don't compete for my competition,
"I'm the gas can, you're the spark."