14 November 2012
It started as lust, I could not help it, I was infatuated, With everything, I became obsessed.
You became my desire, My target of attention.
I thought I needed you, I dreamed of being a part of you, Then I was.
The fact I put you on a peddle stool, In my own mind, I didn't want to admit, That nothing was fine.
You turned into a monster, Not a saint, You beat me everyday.
Until I awoke, And walked away.
Peddle Stool • Opuss № I