It was an autumn: like many autumn days,
when I met you roaming through the woods.
It was cold and rainy autumn day,
but to run back at home...
                              I refused.

   You stared at me and I just stared back at you,
caught in the kindness of your jet eyes-
you were so, so innocent...
But, alas, it was just another mask...
         Your innocence was mask...

   And I realized it
on the uneasy way
that you never were the boy,
whom I hoped that met that autumn day.
The weather then now doesn't seem too cold...
         When part of me is gone.

   While we watched the stars above our heads,
you only saw the dying ones.
And while we laughed...
                             Oh, how
                            It hurts to know
that the joke was with no other, but with me.
                 I'm the joke in your life.

   Each stare of yours slowly poisoned me,
your grip took away my breath.
And the words: the kind words, which spoke to me,
were a way to make me loose balance...

   All this time
like a carnivore,
you mercilessly tore me on a pieces.
But I couldn't rush, no matter how I got enough,
I was locked among pathetic glitches.

   Everything, you wanted, was to
low me on your level:
to be always insecure and prone to suicide.

 But no matter how it hurts,
I got enough of it.
Want to live...If I ever was alive-
    I was the joke in your pathetic life.
**Soulbanshee**