If they weren't yours

So it was that I was gone that summer morning
And I knew it was forever,
Warmth spread beyond my body into my heart
My misery went away,
And into someone else's heart.
Never will I find a friend
A vivid composer, a lover
To deserve my sweet damnation.
Why should one be alone in his suffering?
He would do his best to spread it everywhere
Around him, and in everyone
Who would dare to look beyond his eyes.
If you'd ever want to hurt
The one who placed his heart
In your trembling hands,
Gave you the dagger
And let you make the decision
Of killing him or setting him free,
You just use your selfishness.
You might watch him die,
And crawl at your feet, begging
And you will laugh
But he will cry
Now and forever.
"You filthy dog! it's what you are!
How dare  you leave me,
When I was the one who will ever deserve
To share your bed and bend your heart!
Where hath the love from your eyes gone?
Was I not the one who never deceived you?
Was I not the one who has tasted your blood and shed tears?"
Feeding from my suffering, my pain, my dreams
Life had left my body
Leaving me in front of an empty mirror reflection
Of my former self.
"But you will never leave me, will you?"
"Never! My blood is yours, as are these veins,
And my heart, my dreams, my tainted sad poems,
These scars...would you have kissed them if they weren't yours?"