Cold

I see habits don't change when something happens,
And the person you need to run to doesn't cut it,
When you wanna call him and your hands cannot move,
And once you text him, your hands grow cold.

Now that I have your attention, I don't want it,
And I want her better, it's a girl thing...
And I really fear I broke your heart...
But tough luck, you can't make this one stop.
I can feel the apathy growing inside,
And the cold in my hands isn't just symbolic...
I can feel the basic instincts take over,
And the beast rears its bloody head.
I can feel the bloodthirst burn my throat
And I can fix it easily,
But the monster in me likes it, a bit...
And the monster within doesn't want to end it...
Unless it's covered in the red stuff
And they're cowering in the corner terrified.
It's terrible because I can taste you...
Shouldn't have made that move,
Stupid child.
And I know you can tame this,
But Butterfly, I don't need this...
I need you to stop calling my phone...
That voice isn't something I need to hear.
And I want her to tell me I'm fine,
Because I know she won't be scared...
And I know she's not afraid of a fight
If it makes me okay in the end.
Make the pain stop Butterfly,
And take the thirst away
Because there's such easy pray
15 feet from my couch,
Solving puzzles and blissfully ignorant
Of all that's really going on.
I'm cold, and I'm glad I don't have any nails,
Or I would have bled...
But the knife I keep is inches away,
And she won't smell me like I smell her.
The monster within is cherishing images
Of itself covered in food,
And the vampire loves it when the conscience leaves...
But hey, the monster within...
Can be contained.

Butterfly, I fixed it. Without blood shed..
And now the calm in my veins returns...
And I feel better. Much better so
I guess my self control has the best of me.