I destroy every single thing I touch.
I should've stopped myself when you told me you wanted me.
You are now tangled in a web I've created for myself.
There's blood staining the place my heart should be.
I think I've murdered the hope in the room.
Your music is sad now.
My poetry is dull now.
I can no longer sit still during speeches.
You cannot focus in class.
I've invaded your mind and now you're really fucked.
I'm sorry it came to this.
I told you I'd ruin you.