The constant struggle
To choose to be a good muggle
While the bad chokes me up
The everyday bdsm
The Stockholm Syndrome
The pleasure in the pain
To find romance in the rain
The poison which you partake
Every time you accept a bad mate
'It's just how the world is,' My mama said
You got to be the bigger one, crying to bed
The burden breaks my neck
The devil says it's not always on you
To cash the goodness cheque
You can be the scorpio, he suggests
Sting the one, who calls you a pest
I smirk,
One shot
And they be dead
The blood on my hand
Could make the kill and mend?
The satan comes as a peculiar friend
Take me, eat me, defecate, I recommend
For I am done
Being the good one
Trying to blend