There's a prophecy unfulfilled,
Where your body graces upon mine,
Hugging every part of my body,
Savouring me like I'm your last meal.

Something has died inside of me,
Words of comfort mean nothing anymore,
And I have finally learnt that,
Love and hate have four letters.

You were a beautiful dream,
The one I never wanted to wake up from,
When did you turn to be a nightmare?
With an undeniable addiction.

My pillow is soaked in your blood,
Draped with my tears,
Sewn with memories and nightmares,
Covered with artificial smiles.