Oh, Dorian

You said you loved me

and seemed a decent man,

promised we'd marry,

but you locked me out

while you feasted with the devil

selling your soul to the games.

You wanted nothing but a whore

at your beck and call.

I tried to convince myself

that I loved your face

but your picture in my attic

looked like someone else.

His eyes could commit murder

just to get his own way,

his crooked grin

showed he knew no remorse.

Oh, Dorian,

you played with my heart.

Now I know who you are.

I drown like an Ophelia.

You came back calling,

but never confessed to your sins.

I slammed the door in your face,

and for some reason it hurt.

Your arrogance cried

"I know you still love me"

but your picture in my attic

was drilling my brain.

I ran upstairs

and stared the truth in the face,

couldn't help but feel repulsed

by your tainted flesh.

It became all too clear,

I tore the canvas in rage

and set fire to the house

but I can't shake off your lies.

Oh, Dorian,

you played with my heart.

Now I know who you are.

I drown like an Ophelia.