Begone!

Don't tell me no.
Dare to face me once and for all.
You bastard, son of the black fire that created you,
I hate you, I hate me.
The world is empty, you made it that way
I curse you, I despise me!

I think you are scared of what I am in you eyes.
One is meant to be one not two,
and two is the number that can't be one.
My dual emptiness would be a hole in your controlled kingdom
even thou your eyes are bright
I can see a wrinkle in your smile,
the flame that makes you eternal will be extinguished soon.
Son of a bitch that never existed.
Exist within me no more!

Maybe not, you are not scared.
For whatever you are.
The capacity to feel is something you lack.
You will never know this heart,
more than I know the effect this words will have.

Sadistic and soulless thing,
my hope rests assured
in the fact that you will be gone
before I can see the final of it all
I'll make sure you are forgotten,
begone for ever from a world you will never experience!

I want to be far from you.
the way it is meant to be
a place where your clutches can't reach
your fangs can't taste
and your blossoming eyes can't sense
I'll go where light or darkness can't reach
a lonely hole, never to square enough
for I don't know limits as you do.
My shadow a memory no more
happiness and sadness all the same
in your insatiable mind.
You seek a glimpse of me,
but rest assured
the lust you have for such practice
will die with you.

I will be gone and one.
Begone!