Perception

Derived demand of love and pain A recognition of public hate A scream rings out in to the air She smiles and shakes out her hair I want it, a love of age I need it, a rage of name I want it, a seam so tame I need The user takes all he needs Without thought or self esteem A social need for human skin The flesh is weak, you cannot win I can see and feel all that's true I realize pain, it's all from you You are the witch that brought me to hell I watched our parting as I fell I step back, and I leave you there I'll not return until the end I hate you for all this pain I need love