Infatuation With Insanity

I’ve done it again,

But I’m not sorry.

And I lie to you,

So you won’t worry.

Regret nothing

As I bleed for you.

You scream at me

Because you know the truth.

Do what you will,

Say what you like.

I’ll still return to the sins

At the end of the night.

Scars so bold,

Cuts so painful.

Pictures painted,

Graphic and awful.

Still I lie

And regret nothing.

I only do this

So I can feel something.