Sickening

The heart grows fond, For those whom aren't fond of me, I want whats unexpected, I want what I cannot physically or emotionally have, But I still strive for that hurt, I still strive for that pain, I know what shall be in the end, left alone as crimson without a friend, Curl up in the corner, where shadows lurk, Smile in the dark, give a crimson smirk, Love decieves and so do I, Thought to love, when all shall die, False this is for verification I did not give, you think me so loving, perhaps romantic, I'm not... I'm just the lie of a so called prince charming... Reality sets in I remeber who I truly am, I purge the thoughts so violently from my mind... I vomit at the thought of who crimson truly is... Sick...and worthless, is this so called Crimson Prince.