Tragic Poets (Need)

To be the greatest is to brush the limit.
To fall from heaven and to actually touch hell
I need you to amuse me.

You who use me so find I use you more.
I thrive from the pain and madness you cause me.
I need you to rip me apart.

I prove that you are not human and you never really care.
Even breaking my will and bones you serve to make me great.
I need you to drive me mad.

In life living extreme I find I can accept death.
Eventually through you I will pull the trigger on myself.
I need you to use me.

It is the evil you do that makes my work the beauty it is.
They are the pieces of purity, my tortured soul.
I need you to twist me.

Everything in this world has a price.
For a moment would you open your eyes, for I to become great?
I need you to kill me.

Or I am wrong.
I need you, somebody, any body.
I need you to save me.