for the sociopath.
My eyes reflect what I see in you.That's why they're so blank today.
You're cold inside. You feel no pain,
your mother's truth, inside your name.
You're a user, an abuser, and a killer without guilt.
But somehow those green hazel eyes can still make my heart melt.
If this is what they mean by deadly attraction, they're right on target there.
And if I'm asking for a death wish, then kill me with a stare.
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