Do I have to cut my throat to feel
When you’ve already drained the blood?
Do I have to cry and bruise
So you can get your fill?
You’re a goddamn vampire
Feeding off my pain
Sorrow makes you smile.
A masochist if I ever knew one.

You don’t have to have fangs to be a monster
I can see it in your vulture eyes.
You don’t have to have fangs to be a monster,
Yours are just in disguise.
You’re a monster,
And I shouldn’t mind
I’m monstrous.
And fake.
If you cut me
I bleed ink.
An empty poet.
No breath. Only false words.
No heart at the start,
Just crumpled paper.

So you’re just wasting your time.
You don’t have to have fangs to be a monster,
But you can clearly see mine.