i wish i could keep my mouth shut sometimes

how low to feel, my traitorus heart, who gnaws and gnashes, with teeth of necromonic doubt, i bend my back, to dig such a well, as to sprout an endless bane, from these waters i shall drink, and sulk in sable shame, how can i hurt that which i love, yet hold you so close, how i despise this game, so riddled back and forth, of tit for tat, nearly an eye for an eye