he was in love with me
his kisses were my happiness
his voice was my cure
and i always longed for his sweet caress
before the end of the day

he was crazy about me
he, a living shadow, was always mine
even if by then i was sick of it
at the beginning i thought it was fine
i was in love with him too

he was obssessed about me
so, desperatly needy of me
that he would die
if that was what i wanted him to be
but i didnt love him anymore

he was depressed about me
"what could i do to help him" i said
"nothing" he replied his voice full of pain
"to you I'm already dead"
"thats not true" i lied

he hated me
he snatched me away
into his basement
he visited a few times a day
and left me to fear the worsT
 
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