Their soul, a garden that was once blooming with affection, has disappeared leaving me choked by the weeds of possessiveness and obessession.

"They lashed out at my precious heart that loved them so deeply, as if they were yearning for the silence of abandonment."

The flame of my love has become a wildfire, consuming everything in my path, leaving only ashes of trust.

They rebeled against my voice that comforted them, as if they were seeking for the quiet of their own suffering."

Their mind, a labyrinth of confusion, where every turn leads back to the haunting specter of impulsions, leaving them lost in the shadows."

They challenged my love that sustained them, just like they were hoping that my love would fade into the shadows of neglect."

Now In the theater of my mind, it plays on repeat, a haunting melody that drowns out the whispers of what once was"

My love, my world, my everything bit my hand when I fed him and now Im left with no other choice than to let them starve.