When you’re surrounded by darkness,
nothing brings in the light –
and she preferred that over me,
she preferred that over everything
that I was willing to give with all my might.
I burn this cigarette once again,
though I’ve promised that I wouldn’t –
hoping that the bitter burn will erase away
this love that I can’t seem to keep hidden.
Darkness descends still despite my efforts;
who was I kidding –
love wasn’t meant to be for a harlot.
Love wasn’t meant to be for a demon –
for that’s what I am,
heed this omen.