Is it true what they say?
Am I a vixen deep inside,
a cold thief of hearts and lives?
Am I a sadistic seductress
taking pleasure in your pain?
Oh that I could cut you out of me
leaving a vaccuous hole inside,
but then, I wouldn't be whole
and although I hate you,
you are part of me.
Like a tangerine unripened, too soon
plucked from off of its tree,
what should taste sweet
now leaves only bitter memories.
To deny you is to deny me,
and although I'd like too,
it wouldn't be fair to you.
So I keep you inside for when I need you.
With my own mouth, having murdered