And so you wanted to think it was yours,
You wanted to feel it belonged to you.
Thus one night, when the sky was looking away
You crept into his mind
Stabbed his thoughts and scooped
The blood in a grail.
You plunged into his bones
Sucked the marrow, drew life.
You smiled, spite dancing in your eyes
As his soulless body crept to your feet. Begged you.
You walked away
Leaving your malice to slice through him.


Their applause rang in your ears
As you played his soul
On a six-stringed instrument.
You didn't see him there
For you were too busy signing autographs
And planting kisses on their cigarette burnt lips.
You didn't feel him there.


Now you are a few light years old
Broken and bent like a willow.
And their lips and applauds have forgotten you.
You sit on a moth-eaten rocking chair
With his ghost.
Waiting for darkness to swallow you,
For death to release your pain.
You try to shut out his voice
You try to blind yourself to his eyes
You want to think it is yours,
Feel it belongs to you.


But you know it doesn't
You know who you are.
A cheat, a thief, a murderer.
You know who you are.
And just as oblivion consumes you,
It dawns upon you.
You know who you are - a fake.
You know you are human.