Apathy, No. . . not my name. Options

[Apathy]

A little "dark" perhaps. . . or maybe just too much to comprehend. . . don't mind it if you are uhh "light" hearted.

Apathy

Crackling bones as I twist beneath
The sheet of lies that is my identity.
While you fill me with sweet poison,
I am here trying to erase my entity,

Each breath I take, you slowly drain,
And I become narcotically content
With the broken dreams in my heart,
Our felicity was unintentionally bent.

I've whispered death into your ears,
And shouted how much hate I have,
Sang chants to put a curse on you,
So that
When you finally take the last of me,
My love for you will wrap you in fears.

While you kiss my half-rotten skin,
The tears flow beneath the sheet
I've made to hide my weakness,
The hatred and pain I hold within.

Apathy for the weak and wanting,
The only thing you hold inside,
And as you own my body and heart,
As each kiss corrupts my flesh,
I will wish upon death to make your breath,
Slowly subside.

[illumineering]

It sounds like a poem about addiction...well done!